A warm hand covered her eyes, and a familiar voice, steadying to the heart, rang by her ear, "Yingying, close your eyes, don't look at anything, and think about nothing.
Stay here obediently and don't move or make any noise until the thug is subdued. Don't worry, I'm here, and nothing will happen to you."
Clinging to his clothes, Han Yingying pleaded tremblingly, "Shen Mosheng, don't go, it's dangerous…"
"If we don't act now, more people will die or get hurt."
"But… but it's a gun..."
"Don't worry, I won't act recklessly alone. For you, I'll also make sure to stay safe. Yingying, trust me, okay?"
Han Yingying nodded with difficulty, unable to see, but her ears and nose became even more sensitive.
Choking and screaming, laughter, incessant to the ear.
The smell of blood assailed her nose, making her, accustomed as she was to the scent, feel on the verge of fainting.
But Shen Mosheng was about to risk his life, and she couldn't afford to faint.
