68. Still no ambition, huh?
Her trembling body, shaking with fear, was firmly wrapped in the other's arms, and the chaotic sound of a heartbeat echoed in her ears; Yang Yuran's rationality gradually returned.
It was a living person who was holding her, not a malevolent ghost come to claim her life!?
That's right, it shouldn't be possible; she and Fan Sirui had just overturned the plan to exploit the scandal of a female celebrity, they didn't owe any kind of terrible karmic debt.
Stopping her endless erratic thoughts, she looked up at her savior, Qin Muyu's deep and handsome features came into view.
"You, I, didn't I tell you to go back first?"
Yang Yuran asked incoherently, her body felt incredibly weak, too exhausted to struggle, allowing him to hold her.
It might also be that she coveted the warmth he offered; at any rate, having a normal person around made her feel more at ease.