Jian ruoli, master Bo, are you afraid?

Jian ruoli strode toward Shi qinglan.

Seeing that she was in danger, he rushed over without hesitation. He wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and pulled her into his arms, avoiding the Tibetan Mastiff's fierce attack in time!

"Are you alright?" The man's clear voice rang out.

There was a light and pleasant smell of cedar wood perfume on Jian ruoli, a smell that Shi qinglan was not familiar with.

He noticed that this person was not the one he was waiting for ...

Shi qinglan raised her eyes and struggled out of his embrace. why are you here? "

Jian ruoli only felt that her arms were suddenly empty.

The warm and soft Jade was far away from him, and the fragrance of the woman's shampoo was also far away. He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Miss Lan Lan, shouldn't you thank me first?"

Jian ruoli slipped her hand into her pocket indifferently. His thin lips curved up slightly, and he looked at the woman with a wanton smile.