The voice startled them both, and Chu Dazhuang gently stood up, gently lifting his head with unstoppable curiosity in his eyes.
But this voice struck Miao Yin like a bolt of lightning, as she swiftly sat up, panic and urgency filling her eyes as she hurriedly dressed.
It was as if she had encountered a natural enemy, her face completely drained of color.
"It's all over!"
Miao Yin said in haste, her eyes full of alarm.
This panic bewildered Chu Dazhuang.
He gently looked up, observing Miao Yin's frantic state with a sense of strangeness.
"What's wrong now?"
As he spoke, a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes, growing louder and closer.
At this moment, Miao Yin acted as though she was facing a matter of life and death, desperately fastening her buttons as if she were a mouse who had encountered a cat on the prowl.
Her hands moved with great speed, but she couldn't stop the rustling sound that grew ever nearer.
"Miao Yin."
