Ouyang Xiaoya closed her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes trembling under the fierce palm wind.
At this moment, she felt a strong life-and-death crisis.
Simultaneously, she was thankful in her heart that such a heartless person, no matter how good his background, wasn't worth entrusting her life to.
"Xiaoya, stand behind me."
Lin Hai's hand suddenly rested on Xiaoya's delicate shoulder, giving her a sense of heaviness from his arm.
As he spoke, Lin Hai had effortlessly and skillfully placed her behind him.
"I said, without city walls, there's still a man's chest. Dangerous matters are mine to handle, you just cheer me on from behind."
Ouyang Xiaoya's eyes flashed with misty tears.
At this point, he always appeared sloppy and decadent, pretending to be fearful for life, but his actions were more admirable and touching than those self-proclaimed gentlemen speaking of righteousness.
