In the back seat of the car.
Jenny and the other three women had been terrified for the past few days, their nerves stretched taut.
Not long after getting in the car, they began to drift off to sleep.
But even in their sleep, they subconsciously refused to let go of Feng Mountain.
As a result, Tammy was lying against Feng Mountain's chest, while Jenny and Erica clung tightly to his arms from either side.
A hint of terror lingered on Jenny's face, her brow slightly furrowed. It seemed that even in her dreams, she couldn't escape the horrible memories.
Erica, on the other hand, looked peaceful. She gripped Feng Mountain's arm tightly, as if holding onto him meant holding onto her staunchest pillar of support.
Tammy was sound asleep in Feng Mountain's arms, her little cheeks flushed. From time to time, she would smack her lips softly, as if having a sweet dream.
A peculiar atmosphere filled the vehicle—a heart-wrenching warmth mixed with tension.
