Being grabbed by Wen Boman like this, Zhan Ruomiao was quite uncomfortable.

The woman's fingers were slender, each of them white. She firmly held his wrist.

"Boman," Zhan Ruomiao called out again, wanting to pull his hand out.

"Boman..." the woman suddenly spoke, "Boman..."

This...?

Zhan Ruomiao stopped moving and frowned at the woman.

Her tone did not sound like she was calling her name. Instead, it sounded ...