The two of them kept rolling down. Xuan Yingluo did not know how long she had been rolling for. Her head was pressed into his strong chest by Zhou Yu’s rough and large palm. His other large palm was pressed onto her slender waist branch, holding her in his arms, Xuan Yingluo did not feel any pain. She really did not feel any pain at all.
This man had a robust body, and his strong muscles seemed to store an endless amount of strength. He could shelter anyone from the wind and rain, making people want to rely on him and feel at ease.
They did not know where they had rolled to, but the two of them finally stopped. Zhou Yu was under them, and Xuan Yingluo was on top.
“Zhou Yu, how are you? Are You Okay?”
Xuan Yingluo quickly checked Zhou Yu’s injuries.