Love’s Chains

Waewploy stared at the man in front of her, utterly stunned. The man, glaring at her as if he wanted to devour her, had sharp, piercing eyes beneath thick, unkempt eyebrows. His eyes were fierce yet captivating. His nose was high, not crooked like the typical American noses she’d seen. A stubble covered his cheeks and jawline, extending to his chin, giving him a ruggedly handsome look. The small cut above his right eyebrow, oozing a trickle of red blood, only added to the ruggedness…
“What?!”
The harsh voice made Waewploy blink. She looked at the handsome but ill-mannered man and pointed to his chest.
“I came to help, otherwise
you would have been stabbed to death.” “Help by kicking me?! I’d believe you if you said you were one of those four guys!”
“I intended to kick the bad guy!”
His dark eyes narrowed before he opened his leather jacket, revealing a white shirt underneath. A shoe print was plastered across his chest.
“Uh…” She’d never done that before. She gritted her teeth, charged forward, and attempted a jumping kick, hoping to send the knife-wielding man tumbling to the ground. However, she misjudged the situation, and instead of kicking the assailant, she kicked the person she was trying to help, sending them both tumbling into a trash can.
“I misjudged, but you’re safe, aren’t you? I’m the one who got hurt.”

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