“Savior? How do I know if you’re good or bad? Let go of me!” Xu Caitong demanded. “Please forgive my rudeness,” Liu Bugun quickly released her hand. “Hmph!” Xu Caitong rubbed her wrist, which was red and sore from his grip. “Miss Xu,” Liu Bugun bowed deeply to her. “How do you know my surname is Xu?” Xu Caitong asked, turning her face away. “You don’t know? Xu Fu and Xu Lu hired me to save you. I met Xu Lu on the road, and Xu Fu was severely injured by that scoundrel while trying to save you. Miss Cuilian is with them now,” Liu Bugun whispered into her ear, his warm breath brushing against her cheek and ear, making her heart flutter. “You’ve seen Cuilian?” Xu Caitong asked, her voice trembling, feeling the warmth of his chest against her back, fearful of this strong man beside her.
“Yes,” Liu Bugun said, turning her around to face him, capturing her hands behind her back, and kissed her passionately. Xu Caitong struggled, feeling violated, thinking she had been rescued only to be taken advantage of again. Her tears flowed into Liu Bugun’s mouth as he kissed her. “You’re crying?” he asked, releasing her hands to caress her beautiful face. “Let go of me!” Xu Caitong, filled with anger and resentment, pushed his hand away. Liu Bugun embraced her tightly, asking, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Xu Caitong struggled in his arms, kicking with her feet. What kind of man was this? Were all men of this era so rude and barbaric?
Seeing Xu Caitong’s fierce resistance, Liu Bugun looked into her furious eyes and kissed her again. Xu Caitong, breathless from the kiss, pushed against his solid chest, panting softly. “Why did you run away from home?” Liu Bugun asked, unmoved by her push. “None of your business!” Xu Caitong retorted with a sob.
