C19 Anshensan

Just as Lau Xinyao thought that she had passed today's trial, Zhai Yan's hand once again grabbed her wrist.

Zhai Yan's expression once again returned to normal.

His hand became more and more forceful, leaving a red mark on her fair skin.

After struggling for a while, it was still useless.

What should I do?

Lau Xinyao's head was spinning quickly