"Watch out!"
A sudden voice shouted.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was bent over, pulling at the axe when she suddenly felt a strong gust of wind sweep over.
Someone forcefully tackled her to the ground, rolling over several times.
Jiang Xiaoxiao heard a loud crash beside her, and the impact sent snow and branches flying everywhere.
A strong figure turned and held her tightly in his arms.
Her head rested against a sturdy chest, completely shielded.
Enveloped in a faint scent of soap.
"Are you okay, are you injured?"
Who knows how much time had passed. Finally, the person on top of her raised his head and anxiously looked her over.
It was Song Moting.
Song Moting, wearing only a green fleece, was drenched in sweat, his face pale.
"I'm okay, how about you?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help feeling warm inside, having someone so unconditionally wanting to protect and preserve her.
This feeling was completely new.
No!