Chapter Sixty: The Drowning Person
Walking along the narrow passageway leading to the surface, the surroundings were as dark as death itself.
Their footsteps were so light that Xu Yuan could clearly hear the disordered breathing of the woman beside him.
She was clutching his wrist.
Both hands were clinging, holding on very tightly, as if terrified that this tangible feeling would suddenly dissipate.
Xu Yuan silently continued climbing upwards.
Su Jinxuan's charming brows and eyes no longer held the seductive allure they had at first sight, only a pitiable trace of helplessness.
"In such a serene environment, has Miss Su been sleeping well these days?"
The man's voice, gentle and refined as jade, suddenly echoed in the silent extended corridor.
This time,
he did not call her Jinxuan.
After a two-second silence,
her slightly trembling voice came through:
"Xu... Xu Changtian, you, you're just a devil, if you have the guts, just kill me directly."
She no longer called him Third Young Master.