Her little face was pressed closely against the man's cheek, and the Man in Black turned his head away, his eyes seeming to contain an unbearable compassion.
Mo Nanjue's finely chiseled profile was brushed by her hair strands. Invisible to others, in his mind, there were two people fighting at that moment, the intense stimulation twisting his brain nerves every second. Such pain was truly unbearable, his jaw resting against the nape of Tong Ran's neck. The smooth sensation caused him a moment of bewilderment...
"Can't you hear me?"
Tong Ran felt her back ache unbearably as she bent and straightened. She pressed her lower abdomen with her hand, flinching at the slightest touch, biting her lower lip as she turned her head to meet Mo Nanjue's eyes, "Just hold on a little longer, we'll be able to get out soon..."
