"Baby, you got hurt." He felt that psychological trauma and shock were also injuries.
The person who hurt her had to pay the price for what they had done.
Yuran soothed him, holding his face, urging Bo Yan to meet her gaze, "Xiaoqi, look at me."
Deep within Bo Yan's eyes swirled an unyielding gloom, emitting a sinister and dark aura in bursts.
As if it could strangle someone with just a look.
The murderous intent in Bo Yan was too intense.
But when he locked eyes with her, that dark menacing aura receded like the tide, softening incredibly.
Yuran: "..."
Seeing that she was silent for a long time, a trace of panic flashed in the depths of Bo Yan's eyes as he assessed her up and down, "Baby, talk to me, what's wrong?"
Yuran suddenly didn't know what to say. Blame him? Did she have any right to blame him? The ill will and darkness in Bo Yan were because of her, how could she criticize him?
