Mo Xuetong closed her head subconsciously. She could hear Feng Yuran's angry roars as someone caught her in mid-air. She fell into a solid embrace and heard Feng Yuran's anxious voice. "Tong'er!" She felt a surge of dizziness and forced herself to open her eyes. She saw two men going against the other four behind Feng Yuran.

"I'm alright, you be careful." Mo Xuetong forced down the sickly-sweet taste in her chest as she tugged on his shirt anxiously while panting. There were ...