Under the cover of night.
Fu Shiyan's heart was gradually picking up pace.
He held Shen Feiwan tightly, not letting her realize the danger nearby.
He didn't want her to know that a snake was attentively stalking them in the vicinity.
He too had suddenly noticed the movement next to them.
The night was too dark to see clearly.
But he could still vaguely see something slithering around through the faint shadows.
Without a doubt, it was a snake.
Fu Shiyan's brows furrowed.
The force with which he held Shen Feiwan involuntarily increased.
Shen Feiwan was almost out of breath from Fu Shiyan's grip.
Was this guy really that cold?!
He didn't seem like someone who could get cold easily.
A good-looking man who was useless in action.
Shen Feiwan didn't resist though, finding comfort in Fu Shiyan's hold, a sense of warmth inexplicably washing over her.
And a strange sense of reassurance.
She hadn't noticed the tension in Fu Shiyan's body at all.
