Bai Ling was so scared she tightly shut her eyes, clutching Big Hammer's arm with all her might, her body trembling, and muttering continuously, "Help, help..."
At the moment Fang Cheng picked up Lin Chuqiao, her cheeks flushed, and she shyly buried her face in his broad chest.
In this hellish, perilous environment, surrounded by howling winds, pervasive black fog, and unknown fears, her heart strangely settled down.
It was only because of Fang Cheng's strong arms that she inexplicably felt an unprecedented sense of security.
As if just by hiding in this man's embrace, she could avoid all the world's dangers.
Lin Chuqiao's fragrant sweat-soaked body pressed tightly against Fang Cheng, clearly feeling the warmth radiating from his body.
This warmth seemed to spread through her skin, reaching deep into her heart, making her heartbeat even more intense, echoing in her chest like drumbeats.
