Wrapping Yan Qingruo in his arms, Chen Qianmo made a leap, rolling down the gradual slope of the grassland.
In every decision, every move, Yan Qingruo was unaware, merely following passively.
When he wrapped her in his embrace, her spine stiffened instinctively, her hands reaching out to grasp the lapel of his clothing—an attachment that had been there since the first time she saw him.
It was even more so during every critical moment of danger.
Without time or opportunity to speak, Chen Qianmo, with his well-trained moves, battled fiercely, displaying extreme professionalism.
Yan Qingruo, without any doubt, trusted him wholeheartedly, joining forces with him as they progressed together.
They quickly rolled over the slope, and due to Chen Qianmo's protection, Yan Qingruo didn't suffer a scratch.
Chen Qianmo stood up, supporting her waist, and continued forward.
Suddenly, without warning, he collapsed on one knee, a cold sweat beading on his forehead.