The little body in his embrace suddenly slid down in his arms and Gu Mohan's handsome facial features became serious in an instant. His strong arms swiftly caught hold of her slender waist before she fell to the ground.
He looked down at Tang Mo'er. Her eyes were tightly shut, and there were copious amounts of blood streaming out beneath her fair nose.
Thud. The big, red apple fell onto the carpet. Gu Mohan's black eyes narrowed, wanting to stroke her bloodied little face with his hand, but not daring to touch her.
His thin lips moved and it was only then that he realized his own voice was quivering and laced with panic and fear. "Mo'er! Mo'er, what's wrong? Answer me, Mo'er!"
By then, Tang Mo'er had already sunk into unconsciousness and was unable to answer him.
Gu Mohan's large hand held her slender waist tightly and continued to grip her even more tightly. She would be fine. She would surely be fine!
He would save her!
