C744 I Want to Stay Here for the Night

Her waist tightened as she was swept upward. The familiar scent filled her senses.

"Sanlang," she choked out, clinging tightly to Yan Xiuchuan's waist.

"It's okay, it's okay," Xiuchuan murmured, kissing her temple. Right now, Lan Qingwan seemed as fragile as a porcelain doll.

A wave of heat surged toward them. Xiuchuan turned, deflecting the flames with a swift motion.

"Hold on tight