Nalan Hongchuo was stunned by his roughness. Rubbing her aching wrist, she turned to glare at Jiang Hao. At last, something else appeared in those ethereal, fathomless eyes. Her slightly reddened eyes were full of defiance, and she said nothing. This was her last shred of stubbornness.
You still dare glare at me? "Do you really think I wouldn't dare do anything to you?"
At first, Jiang Hao had only meant to frighten her. Wen Ruxue's importance went without saying. If he could not even protect her, how would he answer to Song Jie? Wen Ruxue was a large part of the reason Song Jie had willingly followed him; calling his loyalty unwavering would have been no exaggeration. Now that something had happened to Wen Ruxue, Song Jie would surely go mad.
At that thought, Jiang Hao looked around. The spacious dragon throne gave him an idea. It was rather despicable, but he could no longer concern himself with that.
He hauled Nalan Hongchuo up, dragged her over, and flung her onto the dragon throne, then slowly began taking off his fur robe. Beneath it was a warm outer jacket. Seeing him undress, Nalan Hongchuo went deathly pale and stammered, "Y-you, what are you doing?"
Jiang Hao said nothing. He continued taking off his jacket, revealing the undergarment beneath, made from swamp water python hide. It was covered in blade marks, a frightening sight.
"Stay away!"
Nalan Hongchuo truly panicked now. She kept shrinking backward, staring at Jiang Hao in terror.
Her hands instinctively covered her chest. As Jiang Hao approached, she thrust out a leg to kick him.
Quick-eyed and quick-handed, Jiang Hao caught her ankle and yanked her toward him.
With a cry of "Ah!" Nalan Hongchuo was caught off guard. Before she could recover, Jiang Hao pinned