"There's danger ahead, what are you doing?" Nie Yuling said with a hint of discontent. In front of her brothers, she's the big sister, commanding respect, but in front of Ye Fan, she's just a small woman.
"I've come to protect you."
Ye Fan impolitely leaned in to smell Nie Yuling's hair before letting go and standing firm. Even in such danger, Nie Yuling could feel her heart racing with tenderness.
"Why am I like this?" Nie Yuling increasingly felt the charm emitting from Ye Fan, how it was so hard for her to let go.
When Ye Fan appeared at the front of the crowd, the sixty or seventy thugs on the opposite side also stood up, one of them shouted, "Brat, if you don't want to die, get lost!"
"What if I want to die?" Ye Fan asked casually.
"Sick of living, aren't you? Chop him into pieces, leave no survivors!"
