Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 53: Tang Si, It Hurts a Little
In just a few seconds, at the moment of crisis, she gritted her teeth and endured her breath, weaving through the flames with the firefighters. She wore a spare firefighter suit, but her entire body was so hot that her hair and clothes were soaked, and she leaned against the wine rack, gasping heavily. The towel in her hand had long dried out, and the air she breathed in was filled with burning heat.
Covered in sweat, her complexion alternated between red and white, her breathing became increasingly difficult, and her lungs felt as if they were being fiercely compressed, unbearably uncomfortable.
The firefighters immediately noticed her abnormal condition, quickly saying: "I’ll have someone escort you out!"
As Tang Si drove out, he had already reported the locations he remembered, and a recorder instantly took notes and distributed tasks.
Instantly, the fire trucks outside extinguished the flames, while vehicles inside the fire disaster drove out one by one.
The people in the mall were also being evacuated.
The speed of the operation was incredibly fast.
"Is there anyone else? Get someone to protect this wine cellar, there’s still a citizen inside, come and get her out."
"We’re short on manpower. Can we spare someone to come over?"
Human safety is the top priority; someone will always come.
Song Yi listened to their conversation, supporting herself against the wine cellar’s rack: "I’ll go out myself, find a car to wait, someone will come and drive me away, right?"
Her voice was weak.
"Can you manage?" The firefighter looked at Song Yi; she seemed like a wilted delicate flower, appearing as if she might faint in the next second, her damp hair clinging tightly to her cheeks.
Song Yi didn’t want to cause them trouble.
"I can manage," she said.
The firefighter gave her a coat and a hat, letting her wear them. Song Yi didn’t actually feel much better; this whole outfit seemed heavier than ever.
...If she could make it out alive, she would definitely get back in shape. Sometimes, a fit body, a healthy body, could truly save your life.
When disaster strikes, you can endure a little longer, waiting for rescue, rather than collapsing without support before help arrives.
She exerted her entire strength and saw a white car. Her steps were heavy, unable to lift any longer, and she collapsed not far from the white car.
She clenched tightly to her clothes, hoping ... hoping she could survive.
Her eyes gently closed, tears flowed down her cheeks, merging with the sweat.
"Song Yi, Song Yi." In a blurred state, Song Yi heard someone calling her.
The voice was so nice, seemingly, seemingly sounding like Tang Si’s voice...
Was she hallucinating?
With all her strength, she opened her eyes and barely saw a tall figure in firefighter gear crouched in front of her.
She lightly tugged her lips; how could Tang Si be here, he wasn’t a firefighter. Perhaps he didn’t even know she was close to dying.
Song Yi felt herself being picked up, the scorching heat burning her forearm, felt like she was about to ignite.
The man carried her, walked to the car, placed her in the passenger seat, and Song Yi frowned in discomfort; this force wasn’t gentle at all.
Then, he drove the car outward —
She vaguely heard the voice: "The girl from the wine cellar is with me, she’s been found."
The car jostled, waves of heat engulfed her. Initially, the fire burned the piles of foam boxes in the parking lot, but now it had reached the car... danger was close at hand.
She writhed in discomfort in the passenger seat, murmuring: "Tang Si... I’m a bit hurt..."
No matter how soft her voice was, Tang Si could hear it.
"Where does it hurt?" He drove, not stopping for even a second, the smoke was so thick he could barely see the road ahead.
Song Yi: "My butt hurts."
