In the dark night, the wind rushed backward and poured into Mo Xuetong's mouth and nose. Her eyes were blurred. Subconsciously, she stretched her arms behind her, held the comer's waist tightly and buried her head deeply in his arms. Then she let out a breath slowly, her nose full of the scent of a familiar man. As she breathed, his scent heavily enveloped her, which made her feel inexplicably relieved and softened.

The man gave a little chuckle in her ear, and his warm breath ...