Ning Li was embraced by Lu Huaiyu, and the familiar scent of cedar of his filled her nose. It was such a reassuring smell.
She could even hear his heart thumping loudly.
It was a strong rhythm that pounded in her eardrum and reverberated in her heart.
Ning Li was frozen in place.
Lu Huaiyu held the back of her head and pressed it tightly on his broad and solid chest with a force that was self-restrained yet palpable.
"Lili." Lu Huaiyu's stern voice came from above her head.
"Go in first." As he said this, he led Ning Li inside the house.
Ning Li then heard a painful groan full of resentment coming from outside the door.
"You! Who the h*ll are you?! You broke my arm! I-I'm going to sue you!"
Cheng Xiyue looked at the small group of people with bloodied faces in front of him. They were still loudly making a fuss, full of bloodlust.
It had taken him a lot of effort to pull Lu Huaiyu away.
