Rong Yan imagined herself splattered into a mush, and it wasn't a pretty sight at all. Lifting her head, she released her grip on the man's shirt at his chest and instead wrapped her arms around his waist, reminding him, "Li Shengxiao, we're going to fall."
"En."
Damn, how can he be so calm?
Rong Yan pursed her lips, her bright eyes brimming, "If we fall, we'll die."
Although there was still fear in her eyes, it was no longer the bewildered, clueless panic of before.
Her heart wasn't pounding as violently as it had been at the start.
Mainly because during her moment of closing her eyes to calm down, she had thought it through, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt Li Shengxiao wouldn't have brought her to jump out of the helicopter without any preparation. Moreover, after calming down, her hand felt something like a strap around his waist.
