"That little bastard, how do you think I will deal with him?" Olson paced to Wen Maixue's side, brushed her long hair aside, revealing her beautiful half-face.
"You!" Wen Maixue dared not speak her thoughts, her Pello would not die, he couldn't die.
"Tsk tsk, look at you now, it really breaks my heart," Olson said as he lifted her up, holding her in his arms like a child carrying a doll, lightly shaking in his arms.
"What are you going to do to me," Wen Maixue didn't know what had happened, but she knew, Pello might already be dead. Sorrow spread quickly in her heart but was soon suppressed deep within. Her body, amidst this gentle rocking, felt a contradictory sense of comfort, giving her the illusion that this man was gentle.
"You really are a cruel woman, thinking only of yourself so quickly," Olson said while smiling behind Wen Maixue, his hands kneading back and forth on her moistened bodice.
