Looking at the low tent ceiling above her, Su Yan comfortably turned over on her side, feeling as if this were her own little world.
Just her, no one else.
She suddenly wished that she could sleep here at night, imagining that sleeping inside a tent would definitely have its own charm.
From behind, the tent flap was gently lifted.
The evening breeze blew inside, and Su Yan felt a chill on her back; she quickly turned around only to see a dark figure swiftly pressing down on her.
She reflexively swung her hand at the figure, but her wrist was suddenly grasped.
A shiver ran through Su Yan's heart; the shadow of shattered bones appeared again.
As she was stunned, the person had already restrained her completely, firmly holding her down.
Looking at his mask flashing with silvery light, Su Yan lowered her voice angrily, "Xiao Tan, what is the meaning of this?"
This man was definitely no gentleman.
