The starry sky tonight was particularly brilliant, although the streetlights around were somewhat dim, under the bright moonlight above, the path underfoot was still clearly visible.
Chu Mo's hands were clasped behind his back, as he firmly dragged the lady behind him. Perhaps due to the swaying motion of walking, or the fear of falling and hurting her leg again, Amy Belle clung tightly around Chu Mo's neck, pressing her entire body against his back, not daring to relax in the slightest.
This was not the time to worry about proprieties between men and women. In the West, social etiquette was more open and generous compared to Eastern practices. Thus, such an extent of contact did not make Amy feel uncomfortable.
Chu Mo strode forward with firm and powerful steps, every step he took was incredibly stable, as he feared that a single misstep might cause the beauty behind him to fall, which would truly be a sin.
