The sky had completely darkened.
Being in the deep mountains at night was full of unknown dangers.
Ming Yao's face and ears reddened as she stood up from the man's embrace, her beautiful eyes watery, somewhat unable to face him, wanting to leave first, but after taking just one step, her leg went numb.
A long, lean hand reached out to steady her almost falling body.
The man's rough fingertips gently rubbed her delicate, fair skin, making the blush on her face even deeper.
Luckily, it was too dark for him to see.
The man took off his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders, walked forward two steps, then squatted down in front of her, "Get on, I'll carry you."
Ming Yao looked at the man's perfect and handsome back profile, his long and narrow waist and abdomen, knowing that beneath his shirt, his muscles were tight and powerful, filled with masculine charm.
