Between two terraces, there was a gap of one meter in the air, below which lay a lawn planted in the soil and a circle of flowering thorn roses in the corner of the wall.
This was the third floor, the third floor of a European-style castle, which was taller than the third floor of modern buildings.
If one were to fall down...
The woman stood barefoot on the railing of a white carved Roman column, her black, slightly curled long hair and the skirt of her pink chiffon nightgown fluttering in the evening breeze as if she were about to tilt and tumble, seemingly ready to dance away beneath the moon.
Gong Yeyan's face suddenly turned cold, and he stood up, striding forward to grab the careful yet daring girl—
He yanked her over!
Although his move looked rough, Ming Ge felt the man's hand gripping her wrist tightly while his other arm circled her waist, clearly being careful.
