“Nuan, please take the stuff out of my clothes...” Ye Sichen said with difficulty. In order not to worry her, he left her arms and leaned back in the seat, trying to unbutton his buttons with his trembling hands.

Xia Nuan helped him without delay. Then she felt something hard under his clothes.

“Take it out for me.” Ye Sichen pressed her hand and ordered.

Xia Nuan realized what he was saying, then she pulled it out and found it was a bulletproof ...