Jian'an lies on the bottom of the shelf. Her clothes are torn to cover her body. Her cheeks are swollen, and a trace of blood is seeping from her mouth. Her lips are white, and her eyes are slightly bruised.

Lu Rufeng's heart tightened, squatted down and carefully lifted the man out.

he patted her face in panic, "Ann, how are you? An'an...... "

Jian'an only thinks that her eyelids are heavy, her eyes are heavy shadows, and her ears are not very clear.

who? Who is holding her? It seems familiar.

she blinked hard, and finally saw the outline of Lu Rufeng's face. After that, she couldn't resist the...