Shen Tang was in so much pain that her vision went black, nearly cursing out loud—had this damn man suddenly gone insane?!
Xiao Jin rushed forward like a madman and caught the staggering Shen Tang.
Her chest had been pierced, leaving a terrifying wound, blood gushing out and staining her white dress scarlet red.
"Tang... Tangtang!" Xiao Jin's trembling hand hovered in mid-air, not daring to touch the gruesome wound, his eyes red with urgency, his voice hoarse with a sobbing tone, "Don't scare me, don't you dare be in trouble... hang in there! I... I'm going to tear that damn fox into a thousand pieces and bury it with you!"
Shen Tang weakly rolled her eyes, "I'm not dead yet... don't be in such a hurry to mourn..."
Her voice was as faint as a wisp, cold sweat beading on her forehead, "You're hugging too tight... it hurts!"
Xiao Jin hurriedly loosened his grip but still held her cautiously.
