The moment Gu Danyu brought Mister Zhao to the ground, she sensed a dangerous aura approaching from behind. Before she could react, her body was tightly enveloped in an embrace.
A light, familiar scent of sandalwood lingered at the tip of her nose, surrounded by a warm and substantial presence.
As they tumbled to the ground, rolling several times, Lu Yancheng constantly held the petite woman securely in his arms, ensuring she suffered not even a scratch.
A poisoned dart that missed its target streaked past where the woman had just stood, embedding itself firmly in a tree instead.
Coming to her senses, Gu Danyu found herself lying on the man's robust chest, and as she lowered her head, she met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
Lu Yancheng's heart pounded violently, his chin resting atop her hair, he caressed it lightly, still shaken.
"I'm sorry, I was late."
The low, slightly hoarse male voice carried a mix of deep remorse and pity.
