Who in Qinghe County doesn't know that Mrs. Pan from a large Zhang family was born with a charming personality, but she was trapped in a deep house and allowed to be manipulated by others.
All the slaves in the house dared to belittle her, but Li Jingzhen, a stranger, always protected her in his arms when no one was around.
That day in the corridor, Zhang Dahu reached out to touch her face. Li Jingzhen grabbed his wrist and his knuckles turned white:
"Touch her again and I'll wring your hand off, old guy."
Pan Jinlian's eyes were red, she bit her lip and smiled, her fingertips hooked the corners of his sleeves:
"Young master protects me like this, do you want me to counterbalance it with my own body?"
Li Jingzhen leaned over, his breath making the tips of her ears red:
"What I want is not your body, but that you don't have to suffer this insult anymore."
Later, the ruffian whistled at her, and Li Jingzhen blocked the alley with his sword, his eyes filled with anger:
"One more look and I'll dig out your dog eyes and make you look down on her forever."
