The man who had been in a coma these three days was looking at her.
Perhaps his outstanding appearance, indifferent disposition, and some European-looking three-dimensional facial features could be attributed to him being born that way.
Lin Hanxing could not help but feel like a prey that he had locked his eyes on.
'I can take you to heaven.' A playful low voice kept reverberating by her ears for the past two days. She felt scorching hot under his stare.
"What are you looking at me for?" Lin Hanxing asked as she walked over with a cold expression.
It was not until she brought him back that she realized that the wounds on his back were not as simple as a gunshot or embedded glass.
The back of his head must have been hit pretty hard as he was entering the water.
The man did not speak. He lowered his head, glanced at his clothes, raised his head, and focused all his attention on Lin Hanxing's face.
