Ye Xiaoyu had no choice but to wrap her arms around Anjue's waist, trying to pull him away. Usually, her strength was like a feather compared to him, and now she was completely weak, unable to muster any strength.
Anjue felt someone around his waist, and with one hand, he lightly lifted her shoulder and tossed her onto the sofa.
Zhou Bie finally caught a breath and shouted, "Anjue, that's Ye Xiaoyu, the most important Ye Xiaoyu to you!"
In Anjue's unfocused pupils, a hint of softness seemed to flicker, then he slowly released Zhou Bie. His aura of hostility immediately turned pitiful like a little kitten as he approached Ye Xiaoyu, seeing her pale face and fear towards him.
He reached out a trembling hand, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Actually, Ye Xiaoyu wasn't hurt badly. She just had no strength left, and with such a toss from him, she felt as if all the little strength she had gathered was gone.
She weakly said, "I'm fine. You... are you okay now?"
