A cold, ethereal fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, and Ye Jiuliang narrowed her eyes, "So what?"
Silence fell, and the air seemed to solidify, resulting in a tense standoff.
After a while, Li Mochan glanced sideways and took a step back.
Seeing that he wasn't blocking her anymore, Ye Jiuliang didn't think too much and picked up her helmet to put it on.
"Be careful."
The man's cold shout came, and before Ye Jiuliang could react, a forceful power tugged at her wrist and yanked her away.
"Bang—" Without support, the motorcycle tilted and heavily crashed onto the ground.
Along with it, the helmet rolled a distance away.
"Thud—" Her smooth forehead collided with the man's solid chest, causing Ye Jiuliang slight pain as the man's mellow voice came from above her head.
"There's danger. Get in the car first."
Upon hearing his words, Ye Jiuliang caught a glimpse of the hidden dart in Li Mochan's hand and a trace of coldness swept across her eyes.
