Oh my, what a delicate little thing, looking as if he can't do a thing for himself. So utterly adorable!! Wang Shuyan looked at Yan Wuhan, who had been beaten to the ground. His hair was a disheveled mess, a streak of bright red at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot. Goodness, they were full of hatred. He clenched his fists and struggled to his feet again and again, only to be knocked back down each time. Wang Shuyan's heart couldn't take it. “Don't hit his face, please, whatever you do, don't hit his face!!!!!”
Wang Shuyan dashed forward and threw herself over Wuhan, wrapping both arms around his head to shield him beneath her. She leaned down and whispered, “Don't be afraid.”
The hatred in Wuhan's eyes seemed to melt away, replaced by a strange new feeling that rose from his heart and shone in his gaze. Wang Shuyan was frantic. She'd only been here a few days, and she could barely eat, sleep, or stay warm. The only thing keeping her going was getting to look at that face, so he absolutely couldn't let them ruin it! Oh, it hurt to see him like this.
She thought to herself, “In a story like this, the hostage prince is bound to accomplish great things. It can't hurt to be nice to him now. That face is obviously the protagonist's!”
Wang Shuyan stepped closer to check whether Wei Sheng Wuh an had been hurt in the face. As soon as she reached out, he slapped her hand away without mercy. “Don't pretend to care.” Watching Yan Wuhan walk away alone, Wang Shuyan was even more convinced. “Right, right, male leads are usually this annoyingly prickly. I'll make sure to spoil you properly!! Don't reject my love, okay? From now on, just open your heart and accept all the passionate affection of a lovestruck young woman, ahahahaha!” Hearing the commotion behind him, Yan Wuhan, who had already walked some distance away, felt nothing but dread.
