Song Nuan always held a dagger inside, now suddenly plunging it into his stomach.
Looking at the man in front of her, shocked, Song Nuan slowly took a few steps back: "Even if I over-defend myself, I won't go with you."
She has a long life ahead, she doesn't want it ruined in the hands of one person.
Gu Nanjiu's feelings were inexplicable, nothing more than a manifestation of possessiveness.
After saying this, Song Nuan took a deep breath, and with her hand in her pocket, dialed a call.
She turned around, ready to run away.
Gu Nanjiu grabbed her wrist viciously.
She felt a tightness on her hand, her heart skipped a beat.
With a great force, she was pulled entirely towards him.
"Song Nuan, I'm telling you," Gu Nanjiu said, "this minor injury isn't enough to incapacitate me."
"I once took a bullet and could still fight five people barehanded." Gu Nanjiu gritted his teeth, eyes turning red: "This little wound from you, what does it count for?"
