As soon as QingWu emerged from the ruins, she was pulled out by a strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist. Looking up, she met the man's deep, stormy eyes.
Even in the darkness of the night, she could clearly see the sharp glint in those eyes.
"Why didn't you regroup with Baishui and the others?" QingWu asked.
Xiao Chenyuan set her down, replying flatly, "I sent that fraud out to report the situation."
QingWu smirked. "Worried about me?"
Xiao Chenyuan glanced at her briefly. "No."
QingWu pursed her lips. Stubborn as ever.
The thick smell of blood clinging to him caught her attention. She frowned, grabbing his arm. Her fingers met something sticky and wet.
Rolling up his sleeve, she saw the deep gash from his earlier strike, still oozing blood.