Shen Jingli had no time to think about it. She just wanted the devil in front of her to let go of her immediately. She grabbed Xuanyuan Luo's left hand and begged for mercy tearfully, "Well, I'm not afraid of you. Let me go first. Luo, let me go." Shen Jingli had already whimpered. She was too timid to bear this threat. Her small heart had been too burdened.
That trembling voice made Xuanyuan Luo's heart almost broke, but he couldn't help but want to treat her like this. She was the one who provoked Xuanyuan Luo. It was all her fault. Xuanyuan Luo let go of her and held her up gently. Then he put her on the soft bed and gently pulled the quilt for her. Xuanyuan Luo looked at her haggard face and said, "Jing'er, have a good rest. When you're well, I'll take you to meet Yi Duanfang. Is that
