Before Wen Shu could turn around, a pair of pale arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly into an embrace.
Feeling the familiar scent, Wen Shu's tense body slowly relaxed, and she wearily leaned into the male's embrace.
But when her gaze fell into the dense forest, her empty mind suddenly conjured up the image of an elegant Black Panther falling dramatically...
The emotions she had been deliberately suppressing finally found a chance to pounce back, biting fiercely at her heart.
Wen Shu's eyes trembled as she grasped the cool arms around her waist, trying to make a sound, but her throat ached with a choking pain.
"Nan, quickly..."
Realizing her voice was off, Nan hurriedly moved in front of her without considering the strong male scent around her.
After scanning her from head to toe, his anxious heart finally settled down.
He secretly sighed with relief, his gaze landing on her reddened nose, and his heart clenched once again, "Ashu, what's wrong?"
