Jiang Nuan waved her hand in front of him and tentatively called out, "Fu Yi?"
What happened to him, couldn't he hear her speaking?
She was about to die from anxiety.
As soon as she finished speaking, the man's Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly reached out to grab her arm. Jiang Nuan stumbled into a warm and solid embrace.
"...It's fine now."
Jiang Nuan's head was gently brushed at the back.
A hoarse voice enveloped her from above.
She struggled in his arms, trying to push him away, urgently saying, "Don't hold me right now. I smell blood on you, are you injured?"
"I'm fine." Fu Yi slightly loosened his grip, his forehead touching hers, his narrow eyes unblinking as he looked at her.
The tumultuous emotions in his heart were soothed like a small boat calming a stormy sea, returning it to tranquility.
Jiang Nuan still didn't believe him, clutching his sleeve, she asked, "Then why do you smell like blood?"
