C63 Good Man

Yi Xiaoqiao's small face was pressed against his chest. His heart was beating beside his ears, thumping a little faster.

A familiar smell lingered at the tip of her nose, along with a faint scent of blood. It was hard to tell if the smell belonged to Mu Yi'an, her, or all of them.

The painful moans and screams beside his ears gradually disappeared.

Even so, she was still afraid. After all