Qinghe pressed her lips together, knowing that even though his strength was terrifying, he was passive only because he was outnumbered and he was trying to protect her.
"Come with me." Without further ado, Qinghe dashed into the woods.
The two exchanged a glance and immediately followed her. A sultry voice laced with hostility then rang out, "Who is she? Could this be a trap set by the enemy?"
Suddenly, a curvaceous and strikingly beautiful woman holding a gun pouted in dissatisfaction.
Li Yuxuan and his companion weren't aware that Weisheng Yueren had been with Qinghe these past few days. After hearing what she said and pondering briefly, they decisively replied, "She won't harm us. Hurry up and follow."
Emily curled her lip, her woman's intuition finding something eerily accurate about this girl with the clean demeanor, seemingly naive about the world, who gave her a sense of danger. Oh, that's not right, not a woman, but a girl she was. Yet she couldn't let down her guard.
