[What's happening?]
[What situation?]
[What what what what what situation!?]
Even Motan, whose will is immensely steadfast under the current personality, cannot maintain normal thought at this moment; all he can do is exert all his strength to turn himself into a statue, motionless while being held by Ji Xiaoge in front of him, not even knowing where to place his hands, fearing to touch anything he shouldn't.
But the girl is holding him so tightly, her entire frame almost collapsing into Motan's arms, her slender arms wrapped tightly around him, her tear-streaked face nearly rubbing against Motan's cheek, her shoulders trembling, at such close distance, the lethality seemed to have broken through the sky.
Maintaining a petrified state, it took Motan half a minute to barely calm himself down, and he began to laboriously regain his composure and his mind started turning stiffly.
