I start backing away, one slow step… two… three—
Nope.
They circle me like faulty Wi-Fi routers forming a human trap.
I lift my chin, trying to sound like an adult instead of a shaky chihuahua.
"Let me go. I have company with me. Thanks for your concern."
Yeah.
That aged like spoiled milk.
Their creepy eyes slide down my legs and stop at my thigh-level black dress.
The fourth guy finally stands up from the corner, flicks his cigarette away like he's in some cheap gangster movie, and steps toward me.
His hand reaches out—
No.
No no no.
But before he can touch me—
Something huge brushes against my back.
A solid chest.
A warm breath near my ear.
A giant hand sliding around my waist with zero hesitation.
And the other hand?
It closes around the creep's wrist with this terrifying calmness.
It's Jiang.
I look up over my shoulder—
And oh… oh lord.
He's not smiling.
He's not confused.
He's not doing his usual "puppy following Yunhua" routine.
