Upon hearing the sounds of fighting, Qiao Yutong's first impression was that Song Xiaodong had arrived.
In such a situation, besides Song Xiaodong, no one else would come to save her.
Held in Song Xiaodong's arms, Qiao Yutong forgot about her disheveled state. She stared blankly at Song Xiaodong, tears cascading like water from a faucet, though her mouth was still covered and could make no sound.
Qiao Yutong wrapped her arms around Song Xiaodong's neck, holding him tightly. She squeezed so hard that Song Xiaodong struggled to breathe, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Turning his head, Song Xiaodong saw under the weak flashlight light from his phone, Qiao Yutong's white lace panties...
Song Xiaodong carefully helped Qiao Yutong pull up her pants and removed the towel from her mouth.
"Why did it take you so long..." After saying this, Qiao Yutong pressed her face tightly against Song Xiaodong's chest. Soon, Song Xiaodong felt the warmth of her tears spreading on his clothes.
