Wu Bao'Er looked at Zhao Ya, trembling and unsure of what fate awaited her.
Escape was certainly impossible, and resistance was a dead end, so she could only hope that she might still be of use.
Just then, Zhao Ya suddenly picked up Wu Bao'Er and ran deeper into the forest.
At this moment, the rain had lessened, but the sky grew darker, especially in the forest, where it was as dim as night.
Wu Bao'Er, held by Zhao Ya, had no power to resist.
Looking at the trees rapidly passing by, Wu Bao'Er was filled with anxiety because she didn't know what Zhao Ya intended to do with her.
Could it be that he found me beautiful and intended to do something wrong?
As soon as this thought arose, Wu Bao'Er dismissed it herself.
Because young martial artists like Zhao Ya, who had achieved success early on, were usually people of strong will, unlikely to be seduced by beauty.
At that moment, Zhao Ya suddenly stopped and released his grip on Wu Bao'Er.
