Ji Qingwu's face was flushed and burning.
The mouth of the burrow was only three steps away. He had startled the she-wolf, and it had scrambled back inside.
But Zhao Mingyan listened closely and could hear the she-wolf huffing. It hadn't fled; it was waiting for the right moment to act.
He released his hand from Ji Qingwu and walked toward the burrow.
Ji Qingwu's legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed. She had to brace herself against the tent wall just to stay upright.
His palm had been supporting her waist for so long. Without that powerful support, she suddenly realized her hips and knees were aching and weak, as if all the strength had been drained from her body.
Ji Qingwu cursed the steadily walking figure in front of her.
'How is the one who did all the work completely unaffected?'
Zhao Mingyan gazed at the irregular, oval-shaped opening. Just as he expected, a pair of eerie green eyes stared back from within the darkness.
