C54 The Smell of Gunpowder

Wen Chuyang's voice rang in my ears. The scent of the grass in his arms was still very familiar to me.

"En, why aren't you saying anything? Could it be that what I said was right? I grabbed my bag on the spot. " There's nothing more to say? " Wen Chuyang's voice carried a trace of coldness. He tightly hugged my body with his hands. With a slight force, he rubbed my bones until it hurt