Lele, what should I do? He's going to torment me again, but you can't save me...
"Woof woof—" Lele seemed to understand, sensing her sorrow; it barked, trying to comfort her.
Immediately, Mo Lan released it and opened the door to the bedroom, chasing it out.
It was fine for her to be injured alone; she couldn't drag Lele down with her.
Lele, locked out, scratched at the door with its paws and barked loudly; any servant who came to lead it away was fiercely scared off by it.
...
Fifteen minutes later, Qi Ruigang had finished his shower.
To Mo Lan, those minutes felt as long as a century.
The man emerged wrapped in a black bathrobe; he was tall, robust, and his rough appearance was frightening.
With the black bathrobe, he seemed even more terrifyingly cold.
"Would you like something to eat? I'll go make it for you," Mo Lan asked him calmly, her voice still gentle.
Qi Ruigang lazily approached her, his strong hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his embrace.
