"What are you looking at? You're not still hoping someone will come and save you, are you?"
Zhao Moxuan's sudden remark made Wen Mian's heart constrict.
She looked at him warily as Zhao Moxuan put down his phone and started walking toward her, step by step.
Each step he took landed firmly on her fragile nerves.
At the same time, her breath caught sharply, and she began backing away, visibly shaken by the unfolding scene.
She wanted nothing to do with Zhao Moxuan.
At this moment, her only options were resistance or escape.
But to Zhao Moxuan, the more Wen Mian resisted, the more exhilarated he became.
On her face, he could still glimpse traces of the person she had been years ago.
"You're still so nervous. What are you scared of? What, do you think I might actually eat you?"
The phone was tucked securely against Zhao Moxuan's chest, and no matter how much Wen Mian struggled, she couldn't manage to snatch it away.
