Mo Nian's watery eyes revealed a hint of fear. She was afraid of this obsessive, extreme, and burning desire for possession, and she was also afraid of Mo Yi, who existed like Satan in her life...
She held the child tightly in her arms, instinctively wanting to step back.
Mo Yi reached out, grabbing the girl's slender snow-white wrist that seemed like it could break with a twist, and pulled her in front of him. Mo Nian fell onto his lap and started to struggle, "Mo Yi, let me go..."
Her sentence wasn't finished...
The black-clad guards formed a semicircle with their tall, robust bodies, enclosing Mo Yi and Mo Nian inside. No one knew that amidst the deadly confrontation between the two armies, inside this human wall, the handsome yet obsessive man was forcing the delicate young girl...
Mo Nian was both angry and frustrated, yet he silenced her. Finally, when the man released her, her mind was a blur, and on reflex, she slapped him across the face, "Pa—"
