Wen Wanzhi cried out in panic, her arms hurriedly covering her eyes.
Even a single hound was enough to snap her neck in one bite!
The furious roar of the beast mixed with the chaotic stench of blood, leaving Wen Wanzhi increasingly desperate.
A gust of wind blew her bangs aside as she was enveloped in a familiar, warm, and solid embrace. Amid the intensifying smell of blood, a familiar woody scent and a hint of tobacco emerged.
Wen Wanzhi's eyes widened, and she saw the tight jawline of Bao Yancheng clenching his teeth.
His large palm and firm arms cushioned her fall; the two tumbled forward together.
Everything went dark before Wen Wanzhi's eyes, the impact frightening her greatly, and before she could react, the man in front of her body shuddered, a grunt escaping him.
A hound had pounced on his back, its sharp teeth sinking into Bao Yancheng's bleeding shoulder.
"You...!"
Before she could scream, Bao Yancheng's palm covered her eyes, burning hot yet gentle.
"Don't look."