What a Fruitcake!

"Can you... please let me go?" An Yao pleaded.

"If it really comes down to a fight, and it's just you against the two of them, you won't have the upper hand," she added, her voice tinged with concern.

Na’er Mo, unlike his younger brother, didn't maintain the demeanor of holding a hostage. Instead, he embraced her, his strong, iron-like arm firmly around her delicate waist.

In this ambiguous position, An Yao was forced to clench her fists against his chest. She lifted her tearful eyes to him and said, "So, for the sake of the stability of both tribes, you should let me go."

Damn, she felt like a siren, causing two important figures from both sides to fight over her, even at the risk of igniting a conflict between the two tribes. It might sound melodramatic, but it seemed like the reality.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and it seemed like she genuinely feared he might get injured again.

After all, Na’er Xiu had been severely injured by Jin and Gu Di’er earlier.