Right now her face was full of pain and helplessness, and she started regretting it—regretting why she'd drunk so much, got herself this wasted. Hao Jian had been trying to protect her, but she hadn't known what was good for her and had actually used her drunken stupor to chase away her last lifeline, Hao Jian.
Even though with just Hao Jian here, facing the seven or eight guys with the tank top, he might not have been able to do much, at a time like this, with a girl like her surrounded by so many men, being forced to do certain things, as long as there was even one person standing in front of her, it would be better. If that person was Hao Jian, her sense of security would at least have been doubled, and she wouldn't have felt this helpless.
