C2458 Past Present and Future

Lo Chuan massaged his shoulders, occasionally drawing in a sharp breath of cool air.

Yao Ziyan's calf remained draped over his leg, just as before. Having vented her frustration, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as she watched him.

"Who told you to always bully me..."

She murmured under her breath, then, feeling a pang of guilt