Uncle... save me...
The man's movement suddenly paused, his head lifting from her body, looking down into her eyes.
In the darkness, Xia Yinian couldn't make out his features at all, but he could clearly see her small face.
Uncle?
Was she calling him 'Uncle' just now?
A playful smile crossed the man's face; her cry for help had completely pleased him.
"Who is Uncle?" he asked, his voice so hoarse that it was unrecognizable.
Xia Yinian blinked, still not recovered from the luck of his sudden stop, and then she was stumped by his question?
Uncle? Why did he suddenly mention that?
"You just now... called for Uncle to save you," the man kindly reminded her.
Xia Yinian's face flushed; at such a dangerous moment, she still felt shy.
But had she really called for Uncle just then? Did she really?
In times of danger, why was Gu Beicheng the first person she thought of?
