She looked at his fingers timidly and said in a trembling voice: "Can you please remove your hand first?"
She cherished her beautiful face very much and was worried that if he moved his fingers, he would leave an ugly scar on her pretty face.
Xi Jian Yunchen turned around and glanced at Jun Feng, who was holding a long sword, his clothes had been torn by branches and the blade of the sword, and he was in a mess.
Jun Feng looked tired, but there was a hint of vigilance and impatience in his eyes.
"Of course I know you are from Jun Feng," Xijian Yunchen turned his handsome eyes and said in a cold voice: "I'm asking, what is your name?"
Hearing him ask this question, Jun Feng's expression changed.
The woman glanced at Xi Jian Yunchen's finger, then at Jun Feng. Seeing that Jun Feng had no intention of helping her, she smiled bitterly and said, "My name is nothing!"
"Oh?" Xijian Yunchen raised his handsome eyebrows and sneered. He let go of his hands holding her hands and pushed her forward into Jun Feng's arms.
The woman was caught off guard and her whole body rolled into Jun Feng's arms. Jun Feng's expression changed and he refused to dodge and let her wrap her arms around his neck.
"Although I hate seeing you with the same face as Nuan Nuan," Xijian Yunchen said coldly, "but I'm not interested in scratching your face!"