Stop Kissing Me

The grip on her wrist was strong. His big palm carried the warmth of a man's body and gradually calmed her anxiety.

Within the chilly, dark cave, his warmth was transmitted to her through his hands, which were holding her trembling ones, unconsciously giving her courage and power.

After she had bandaged his wounds, Mu Feichi supported himself on the wet wall as he stood up. "All right, let's get out of here."

"Young Commander…" Lifting her head and staring at their shadows, her torchlight flickering, Yun Xi felt a sense of defeat that she could not explain.

"What's wrong?" Wanting to stroke her head but realizing his hands were covered with mud, Mu Feichi wiped his hands on his clothes, making sure they were clean before pulling her into his embrace.

"Did that scare you?" he asked in a low, murmuring mellow voice with his characteristic deep, reassuring timber.