As she fell off the horse, Fu Nancheng instantly rushed forward, holding her as they rolled on the ground several tis, firmly sheltering her under his body!
The next mont, a muffled groan was heard.
Several wild horses violently trampled over his back; even through his body, Qiao Mo could feel their force!
"Fu Nancheng..."
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and her eyes instantly reddened.
Why did he co to save her?
"Still mad at , hmm?" He pressed tightly against her body, looking down at the woman beneath him, disregarding the gazes of others, and spoke gently.
Qiao Mo gazed at him, lost, not knowing how to respond.
At this mont, after a mont of tearing, several horses returned to the place, their hooves about to fall on him again. Qiao Mo’s heart tightened: "Fu Nancheng... move away!"
"The horses are coming!" Qiao Mo exclaid urgently.
He simply looked at her silently, sowhat greedily gazing at the fear and worry in her eyes.
The next mont, several heavy horse hooves trampled over him again. He still pressed his thin lips tightly, saying nothing, but she could still sense his increasingly rigid body and the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead...
More than a dozen wild horses seed to have gone mad, endlessly circling and charging, with horses occasionally falling down and people occasionally crying out in pain.
As a horse trampled over him again and fell to the ground, tears burst from Qiao Mo’s eyes: "Fu Nancheng... let go, please let go..."
His face grew increasingly pale, but the gaze on her face remained gentle.
In those deep ocean-like eyes, she was the entire world.
Qiao Mo struggled to beat his chest, as she did each ti he forced her: "Fu Nancheng... let go! Let go quickly, you’ll die... you will die..."
But as always, he never considered her thoughts.
Only this ti, he was smiling.
"You’re crazy... are you crazy! Let go quickly... you’ll die... you will really die." Qiao Mo choked out, clearly sensing the force with which he pressed on her had grown heavier, seeming unable to hold on.
He just looked at her tenderly.
She seed to always ask him to let go.
Yet, she didn’t know that so things, he could never let go in this lifeti.
His consciousness was growing increasingly unclear, with dust mixed with his tears, he wanted to wipe them away for her...
But then he felt reluctant.
So, she was concerned about him?
She still cared about him...
His lips curled into a satisfied smile, with a trace of childishness, as if he had a very beautiful dream.
His consciousness was gradually blurred, even her image was becoming vague.
Qiao Mo frantically beat his chest, calling his na over and over.
"Fu Nancheng... Fu Nancheng, wake up! Fu Nancheng!"
"Bastard... wake up!"
The man on her still showed no reaction, Qiao Mo choked out: "Let go of ... let go of you bastard..."
Why did he want to save her?
Why did he want to save her?
Why... why wouldn’t he let go...
"Fu Nancheng... wake up..."
Is he dead?
Why doesn’t he speak.
Qiao Mo cried increasingly fiercely, trying once more to push him away, yet he still held her tightly, refusing to move an inch.
His head rested on her shoulder, thin lips fell at her ear, and he whispered: "You calling my na, sounds so nice."
The restless wild horses still hadn’t cald down, several arriving horse trainers had yet to soothe them, instead causing the surrounding horses to start becoming restless as well. Fortunately, the trainers soon took forceful asures, injecting tranquilizers into several wild horses.
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