My Beloved

Han Luo looked at Mo Yuan desperately, hoping that he would be sensitive enough to understand her predicament. She was so nervous that she couldn't hide her emotions. She tried to take her hand away but Mo Yuan was just too strong for her.

"Xiao Yuan, why aren't you letting go of little Luo Luo's hand?" Han Sheng Ming slowly asked. He stared at Mo Yuan rigorously. His dark and clear eyes seemed clouded and were burning with fire.

 "Xiao Yuan, why aren't you letting go of little Luo Luo's hand?" Han Sheng Ming asked again. He was having a hard time controlling his emotions.

"I can explain," Han Luo spoke. Things didn't look that good. That's why she butted in. She tried to explain nervously, "It's a habit. After the accident, big brother Yuan was worried…"

Her words gradually trailed off when Mo Yuan squeezed her hand. She secretly glanced at him and then focused on Han Sheng Ming again. Her heart shook in fear.

Han Sheng Ming looked even angrier seeing that Han Luo defended Mo Yuan. He thought, 'My little sister should support me all the time. Why is supporting my friend instead of me?'

Mo Yuan slowly opened his mouth and declared, "It is as you think it is. We love each other. We are dating." He dropped the bomb.

Punch!

Han Sheng Ming didn't wait another second before punching Mo Yuan aiming at his face. His fist practically flew toward his childhood friend. 

"Ahh!" Han Luo screamed. Her eyes widened in surprise and she covered her mouth with her both hands. That punch came out of the blue. She wasn't prepared for this outcome.

That was what she was afraid of all along. She knew this was bound to happen and she was trying to avoid it for as long as possible. She just got together with Mo Yuan. She didn't wish to face anyone or anything extreme within her family members and friends. 

She absolutely hated it and she felt worst because it seemed like it was her fault. If she didn't exist, Han Sheng Ming and Mo Yuan wouldn't fight – that's what her conscience was saying. 

It hurt her badly that her two big brothers were fighting because of her.

Mo Yuan's face moved to the left side. He silently digested the pain. He tasted something metallic inside his mouth. Something warm rolled down from his mouth to his chin. He was glad that Han Luo was on his right side. With his left hand, he wiped off the blood and didn't let her see it. 

He was waiting for Han Sheng Ming to hurt him. He felt that he deserved it. If he had a little sister who was as cute as Han Luo, he would do worse than punching the face of that scoundrel who wanted to become his sister's boyfriend. Mo Yuan thought that his friend was being generous stopping after only a simple punch. 

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Han Luo was shaking. He turned to face her and saw her looking at him with guilt. They exchanged glances and he assured her giving her a silent signal. They spoke through their eyes. 

After Han Luo lowered her head, Mo Yuan gazed at Han Sheng Ming calmly.

Han Sheng Ming looked like he didn't have enough after punching Mo Yuan once. He wished to continue beating him like a punching bag until his anger flushed out of his system.

"From now on, you are no friend of mine. Don't ever come to our house. Don't ever come in front of me. You cannot meet little Luo Luo. You are not allowed to have anything with us," Han Sheng Ming shouted and set out his new rules. 

"Big brother Ming!" Han Luo called out desperately. Her face was blanched. She wished she could prevent what was happening right now.

"Little Luo Luo, come with your big brother," saying that Han Sheng Ming grabbed her free hand and pulled her toward him.

 "Ouch!" Han Luo winched since his anger was vented on gripping her hand. Her expression twisted in pain.

Mo Yuan frowned upon hearing her cry. He immediately caught Han Sheng Ming's hand and coldly said, "Let her go."

Han Sheng Ming glared at him. "What did you say?" His eyes were like fireballs. He might burst out any moment and a volcano might erupt. He was thinking about why he needed permission from his friend to hold his own sister's hand.

Mo Yuan was still calm. He spoke quietly, "If you want to vent your anger, do it on me. Don't hurt Ah Luo," He looked at Han Sheng Ming's hand that was gripping her narrow wrist.

Upon hearing his words, a doubtful look crossed Han Sheng Ming's face. He looked at Han Luo and saw that her expression was distorted from pain. "That…" he quickly let her hand go and witnessed five red fingerprints that just started to bloom on her slender wrist. 

Han Sheng Ming suddenly felt awkward. His expression softened. He didn't know what to say. He didn't mean to hurt her. It was just that his emotions ran out of control due to this new revelation. He seemed apologetic. "Little Luo Luo, I didn't mean to. I-"

He wasn't able to finish his words. Before he could, Han Luo hid behind Mo Yuan, clutching his shirt with trembling hands. 

Han Sheng Ming's soft expression changed. With a mean, gloomy look, he reached out his hand and called out, "Little Luo Luo, come to me." Seeing that she didn't move a step and clung to his friend, he did his utmost to control his voice. He didn't shout anymore and gently told her, "This is your house. Where will you go if you don't stay here?"

Han Luo hesitated. "…No…" She cowered behind Mo Yuan. Her hand that was clasping his shirt was trembling badly. Her throat was hurting as if it was gripped by someone. She was scared.. She felt like she wouldn't be able to see Mo Yuan anymore if she let him go now.