Chapter 67: which hand wanted to touch her?

the night wind was cold.

an xiaowan's long hair was quietly flying in the wind.

huo shen looked at her with a frown and ordered, " "which hand wanted to touch her? i'm duan."

He said such brutal words in a very calm tone, as if he was talking about something very normal.

he stopped in front of her.

A shadow fell on her. An Xiaowan looked up, but she couldn't see his expression.

he slowly bent down and suddenly picked her up.

an xiaowan did not resist, nor did she move. she just let him carry her into the car.

behind him, screams of pain could be heard.

The car door closed and Huo Shen turned to look at her, his eyes unfathomable.

Her pretty face had obviously been slapped by someone, and there was still a red and swollen palm print on it.

Her skin was so tender that a casual touch would leave a mark. He couldn't even bear to treat her roughly, but at this moment, half of her face was swollen.