...
...
In the safety corridor of the Vienna Hotel.
In the dim light, the footsteps downstairs stopped at the third floor.
And as long as the footsteps paused, Qing Chen had his hand back over Xu Zimo's mouth again.
Xu Zimo blinked in the darkness, staring intently at Qing Chen in front of her. She didn't know what the other person was waiting for, nor what he planned to do.
The girl just felt that everything happening tonight was unlike her past academic life.
It was like lightly tapping a wand on a wall in a bar, the wall cracking open, and on the other side was a magical world, Diagon Alley.
This girl, who had known only studies for the first seventeen years of her life, was now pressed into a corner, her heartbeat racing. Between her narrow nostrils, the breath she exhaled condensed into dew drops in Qing Chen's fingers.
Xu Zimo knew that when the footsteps resumed, she would witness things she had never experienced before in her life.
