Tong Sanlang looked at Qiao Xiaomai's suddenly frozen body, hurriedly took a few steps and circled in front of Qiao Xiaomai.
His handsome face was tinged with a little regret, "Miss Qiao, don't be afraid."
He didn't suddenly appear to frighten Qiao Xiaomai.
However, Qiao Xiaomai's reaction had corroborated his guess: She was an ordinary person.
If she was truly a very capable person, she should not be frozen at this moment.
Instead, she should be ready to subdue him.
He looked at Qiao Xiaomai, who was clearly panicking. He pursed his lips and consciously lowered his voice, "Miss Qiao, I want to talk to you. You don't have to be afraid. I have no intention of hurting you."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai remained rigid.
Her eyes widened at the man before her, her brain processing everything even faster.
Talk? Alone in the wilderness, what was there to talk about?
What could a simple village girl like her have to discuss with a man like him!
