My Beloved

In the end, the boy from the acting competition stepped forward and gripped Han Luo's shoulder with some force. He muttered, "A pretty bird should be docile and follow other's orders obediently. Don't show your claws, it's not much of use anyway."

"That's not what you should be deciding for others." Han Luo wanted to punch him till he couldn't move a finger. In the end, she didn't. She thought, 'What if big brother Yuan finds out about this debacle and starts doubting about my martial arts practicing. I don't want any of them to know my other self.' She hesitated to make a move.

Seeing her hesitation, the boys thought she was just 'all talk no bite'.

The other boy grabbed her right wrist and said, "Come with us," and then he tried to drag her to an empty room. Even a fool could understand what their intention was.

However, both of their hands were flung away with a great force. The boys were thrown onto the wall. Their bodies tumbled on the wall and fell to the floor.

The boy from the acting competition got mad and howled, "Ow! Who dares...." He froze in place without continuing upon feeling the killing intent coming from Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan went to the washroom to freshen up and then returned to the practice room only to find that Han Luo was being bullied. Blood rushed to his head. He wanted nothing but to cut off their filthy hands for touching his Han Luo.

With this thought, he strode forward and flung their hands throwing them onto the wall. He was practicing martial arts from a very tender age, throwing two boys of the same age is a piece of cake.

Mo Yuan glared sharply at the boys who were rolling on the floor. If looks could kill, they would probably be dead for a thousand times now. Sensing that he would pounce upon them at any moment, those boys fled from the scene for their dear lives.

After they left, Han Luo turned around and faced him. She gave him thumbs up and chirped excitedly, "Big brother Yuan, you are so cool. You threw them like garbage."

Mo Yuan was still seething in anger. However, seeing her eyes sparkling with admiration, he calmed down and asked her, "Other than grabbing your hands, did they do anything?"

"They were just trash talking. It's nothing important, really," Han Luo pushed aside the matter as if nothing happened. "Where were you? I was looking for you everywhere." while inquiring, she raised her hand to move some strands of hair away from her face.

Only then he saw on her wrist, there was a hand mark. The bruise was red and it was turning purple. On her beautiful white hand, it looked hideous.

Mo Yuan furrowed his eyebrows and caught her arm in midair. He drew her hand toward him to have a proper look. As he observed the bruise, anger flashed in his black orbs.

"Ah, that je- I mean that bad guy left a mark!" Han Luo was angry. She takes great care of her skin and never allows a single spot on her skin. And, a guy dared to leave a hand mark on her wrist.

She wanted to curse that guy so much. Yet, she held herself back because Mo Yuan was right in front of her. Moreover, he was getting mad at those boys because of her. It delighted her.

Mo Yuan carefully touched the blemished area and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't," Han Luo shook her head. She wished it did. At least, she could complain to the authorities to remove those idiots from the list.

Mo Yuan said, "Next time, you should scream when they force you. You can punch them with all your strength."

"Okay," Han Luo agreed. Actually, she was about to punch them when he came and saved her.

"Come with me," Mo Yuan pulled her with him and took her to his room.

Since it was lunchtime, everyone was in the dining hall. Therefore, the corridor was empty. Mo Yuan let Han Luo sit on the bed and brought his first aid kit over to her. He took the ointment and applied on her wrist gently and patched it properly. Then, he said, "Let me see your shoulder."

Han Luo blinked. "Shoulder? Why?"

Mo Yuan was so angry that he was having a hard time explaining things calmly to her. "The other guy touched your shoulder. It might have left a mark on you."

"Oh," Han Luo complied, she took off her jacket and then unbuttoned her shirt.

In the quiet room, the sound of fumbling with buttons echoed loudly. Mo Yuan averted his eyes as her white skin was getting exposed with each button opened.

"Ah, it really left a mark!" Han Luo cried out. She looked like she was on the verge of crying. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

Mo Yuan looked at her shoulder. Fortunately, she was wearing an ash colored inner garment over her sports bra. Her body wasn't exposed as much as he imagined.

Seeing the red mark on her shoulder, his black pupils constricted. The temperature of the room dropped instantly. He clenched his fists. 'Those b*stards dared to leave marks on her body. I won't let them off.'

"I'll take care of it," he quietly said and applied the ointment on her shoulder.

Feeling the cool ointment on her shoulder, Han Luo felt better. She carefully observed Mo Yuan's expression. His face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

She tugged his jacket and said, "Big brother Yuan, just leave it. The finale is near. We shouldn't mess around at a time like this."

"Hmm," Mo Yuan didn't say anything else.

Realizing that he wasn't in the mood to talk, she didn't probe any further.

However, the day hadn't even come to an end but they got a notice that those boys were kicked out of the competition for violating rules. The staff found booze in their rooms. There was also evidence that they treated other participants poorly too.

There was no mention of Han Luo anywhere, though.. No one knew what happened between her and those boys.