"T-thank you…" Lai Jiayi lowered her head and slowly leaned to Zhao Yang. But then once her left shoulder touched the man's shoulder, she got goosebumps.
! 'No, no, I still can't!'
The sound of Zhao Yang's steady breathing slowly tickled her ears.
BA-THUMP!
Lai Jiayi's face rapidly turned pale. Sweat started to drench her face, and her whole body turned stiff.
Not only that, but now she realized there were a lot of men in the room– her heart pounded fast.
Her hands turned so cold that Zhao Yun, who was holding her, couldn't help but notice it.
"Uncle, we better hurry. Miss can't hold on for long."
"Mn." Zhao Yang nodded. He subconsciously glanced at Lai Jiayi's pale face.
At this moment, Lai Jiayi's mind was blank. Her body was trembling, and she shut her eyes, not wanting to see any of these men when Zhao Yang suddenly whispered,
