Shi Feiyang said urgently, "Miss Xue, let me carry you. Otherwise, you'll be attacked by those demons."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Qiuchun clasped him like a drowning person holding onto a life-saving driftwood. Her heart full of fear and anxiety instantly transformed into overwhelming dependence. Her deer-like eyes shimmered with an almost fanatical hope and trust. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her voice carried a sobbing tone as she choked, "Young Master Shi, please save my father... I... I can't be without him!"
Her voice, like a babbling mountain stream, carried endless fragility and earnestness straight into Shi Feiyang's heart.
Before he could respond, Xue Qiuchun abandoned all her reserve and shyness, as if she was a nimble butterfly, decisively leaping onto Shi Feiyang's back. She tightly wrapped her arms around Shi Feiyang's neck, exerting force as if to merge herself with him.
