The echoes of Bo Leng's voice filled the empty ancient tomb, and An Yan suddenly halted her steps, but it was already too late.
The sound of whooshing came from both sides towards the center, exactly where she was.
Instinctively, she threw herself to the side, only to feel her body being tightly grasped by someone, rolling together to the side.
She was completely passive, especially with a man's arm tightly wrapped around her chest.
A wave of humiliation and helplessness swept over her, and it was incredibly embarrassing!
With a thud, the two finally stopped, a muffled grunt coming from the man's throat.
The arm that had been holding her suddenly loosened, and An Yan quickly rolled out of the man's embrace, sitting up with a push.
The flashlight that had fallen earlier now conveniently illuminated their positions, and An Yan saw Bo Leng leaning his back against the wall with a tight frown.
