"A Yao!"
The voice was one she had heard several times, extremely familiar.
It was a gunshot!
Her heart nearly stopped instantly. Mu Tiantian instinctively reached out to hold Bai Chenyao's waist tightly, then her fingers tremblingly, slowly, slowly explored down along his hand.
Her left hand found nothing, Mu Tiantian remained tense, while her other hand slowly touched Bai Chenyao's right wrist, feeling the slightly tensed muscle from holding something, a chill in her heart.
No!
Please, no!
When her fingertips touched the cold, hard metal casing, Mu Tiantian's breath halted. Even in the darkness, she still looked up at Bai Chenyao with fear and despair.
Even if Bai Chenyao was a military leader, even if he was the king of special forces, if he impulsively killed the innocent, he would still be sentenced to death!
Thinking of this, Mu Tiantian's legs weakened, her entire body leaned against Bai Chenyao, shivering all over.
"A Yao!"
