Ling Ye took each step deliberately, and as he got closer, the atmosphere seemed to grow more tense.
He couldn't help but adjust his loose sweatshirt. Despite the cool breeze of the night, he still felt hot and slightly out of breath, with a thin sweat breaking out on his palms.
A very bizarre feeling. It was also something he had never experienced before.
He was so focused, eyes glued to the quiet beauty sitting there, fearful that she might suddenly disappear.
But just as he was about to get close, a sudden chill brushed his back, followed swiftly by a strike like lightning. Darkness enveloped him, and in an instant, he was plunged into utter chaos.
Damn, what's going on?
Ai Le clapped her hands, satisfied as she looked at the man covered by a sack on the ground, giving Gu Xiaoer a satisfied look, and the two best friends high-fived in perfect understanding!
Thinking she could mock Ai Le and get away scot-free, huh!
