"Wen Qiao, I really like you. I'm your loyal fan, I really like you."
The man spoke as he caressed her body with his hands.
"Get away! Don't touch her!"
Xiao Chu rushed forward, pulling at the man who was tightly holding Wen Qiao.
After being momentarily stunned, Wen Qiao quickly reacted. She struggled desperately, trying to push the man away from herself. However, the dress she wore today was very form-fitting, and she had on ten-centimeter high heels, which restricted her movements.
In her panic, Wen Qiao touched something hard and grabbed it, ready to smash it onto the man's head.
Suddenly, the restraint on her body disappeared, and the man who had been pressing down on her was grabbed by the collar and violently thrown aside.
Before she could react to what was happening, the familiar scent of Fir overwhelmed her senses.
Her frantic heartbeat calmed in that instant.
