would inevitably blame Wushuang; I know that. But I believe, had it been up to him, he'd rather take a bullet for himself than see even a strand of hair on Wushuang harmed."Mo Yao let out an acknowled... seriously. “Why are you glaring at me”Warmth looked at the man in front of her, vaguely remembering some scratches on a certain someone’s chest. She leaned closer to examine them and then looked at h...