A warm whisper came by her ear, which sounded familiar and instantly calmed Mo Xuetong down who was just anxious, "Don't speak. It's me!" Feng Yuran? Since the day she passed out in his arms, his voice had been engraved on her brain. She felt relaxed without any reasons.
As expected, a whisper from him came again to her ear, "Stop biting me. It hurts a lot."
Therefore, she blankly let go of him. When she was about to ask, she was held tightly in his arms and her body seemed to be lifted a little higher.
By her ear came the light sound of people walking by, which would have been ignored if she hadn't been watching. Through the gap in his clothes, she saw a man in black who carefully walked by with a shiny long sword in his hand. The mottled stains of blood showed that he had already taken an action.
Mo Xuetong didn't dare to take a long breath more.
