Anxious voices echoed around her as Yan Xiaye propped herself against the wall, holding her breath. She cocked her ear, listening for sounds from outside, but all she heard was her own erratic heartbeat.
She didn't know if the walls were too thick or if she was in the wrong position.
In any case, her cries for help had failed.
Realizing this, Yan Xiaye took a deep breath, trying to convince herself to stay calm. She closed her eyes and ran as fast as she could, stumbling and adding a few more bruises along the way until she collided headlong into a solid and distinctly muscular chest.
Feeling human warmth once again, Yan Xiaye was almost overwhelmed with relief. She sniffled, about to ask for help, but a low and magnetic voice came from above her head, "Scared?"
Immediately after, the man's large palm encircled her waist, pulling her entire body into his embrace.
