Song Yan had never experienced this kind of situation before, she already had quite a few haters, and being insulted was nothing new. However, having these haters come up to her and physically attack her was something she had never encountered before.
Just as she stood there, astonished, the person in front of her moved.
He stepped forward to shield Song Yan and pulled her into his embrace.
The familiar scent filled her nose, and Song Yan felt somewhat dazed.
His chest was firm and warm, she leaned against it, and the noise from the outside world seemed to automatically disappear. All she could hear was his strong, steady heartbeat, again and again.
After what felt like a long time, the surroundings gradually quieted down.
Slowly, Song Yan lifted her head from Gu Chenxiao's arms.
His expression was indifferent as water, but those eyes were tumultuous with rage.
Having just been through a disaster, the man before her looked disheveled in a way she had never seen before.
