"Whimper, whimper, whimper… I'm so scared, I'm most afraid of the dark, I can't see… Ah!"
She seemed to trip over something, her footsteps clearly becoming erratic.
From the sound of it, Shen Yan must have lunged in her direction.
And in front of her was Gong Chen.
Shen Yan truly knew how to seize the moment.
Then came the sound of bodies colliding; Shen Yan had actually managed to succeed.
Lin Zhiyi was about to sneer, when suddenly a dark figure blocked her path.
She paused, unable to react, as a familiar scent descended upon her.
Lin Zhiyi was kissed without any defense, even forgetting to flee.
The man's scent was like the cold air in the winter sunshine, with a warmth that was crisp yet enveloping after a slight Sun bath.
His kiss was not intense, not even half as domineering as before, more like it was meant to seal her lips, his breath chaotic yet restrained.
Lin Zhiyi's thoughts were pulled back by the wailing coming from the rolling figures on the ground.