"Sorry."
"Go, I will protect you by your side." As soon as his voice faded, Ming Yihan vanished into thin air again.
"Little Yanyan, are you up yet? Hurry, there are wild beasts in the woods." Shasha called out anxiously from outside.
"Ah, oh, coming out right away." Zhiyan's mind wavered, and she quickly responded, but her thoughts lingered on Ming Yihan's words that it wouldn't happen again.
In fact, she didn't dislike his closeness at all, and even quite enjoyed his touch; it was just her pride and rationality telling her not to trust men so easily—the lesson from her past life, preventing her from naively throwing herself into a man's embrace once more.
Ming Yihan's gaze on her was unmistakably that of a man looking at a woman, full of passion and focus, causing an involuntary warmth in her heart and a blushing of her cheeks, but that was all.
"What's happening?" Crawling out of the tent, Zhiyan frowned, looking at the chaotic scene with concern.