A cold sensation stabbed into her abdomen, Wen Shu's pupils constricted, and she staggered backward.
Before she could steady herself, her waist suddenly tightened, and her back crashed into a solid wall of flesh.
The male's cold body temperature permeated through the fabric.
Her long lashes trembled slightly, she looked down as predicted, and indeed saw a gleaming black snake tail tightly wrapped around her waist.
"Move aside."
The male's deep voice resounded coldly above her head.
The snake tail at her waist pulled strongly, forcing Wen Shu to retreat several steps and fall directly into Wu Xuan's broad embrace.
In the living room, Mious looked indifferent, his figure flickered, and he disappeared on the spot.
The thick snake tail swept mercilessly at the fleeing guard, wrapping him tightly from head to toe, leaving only a face squeezed into a purplish hue.
