Xuan Yingluo turned around and wanted to leave, but a large palm reached out from behind, grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled with force. Xuan Yingluo’s slender body directly crashed into a pair of iron-like strong chest, zhou Yu’s handsome and stylish face was magnified in her line of sight.
Zhou Yu tugged at her, a few long and powerful fingers making her unable to move. His deep, dark eyes lowered as he looked at her beautiful and cold little face. “Did I let you go, Huh?”
Xuan Yingluo was forced to raise her head to look at him. The two of them were so close to each other, but she could already smell his scent. The strong and dry scent of a man lingered in the cold night air, and there was also a faint smell of blood, he had just come out from the battlefield, and the thick and ruthless aura on his body did not fade away. It almost made one’s scalp go numb.
Xuan Yingluo pushed him hard, trying to push him away. “Young Master Zhou, let go of me!”