[Jiang Cong is so attentive! If this isn't love, what is? Answer me!]
[They're so much like an elegant butler and a pampered young master aaah does anyone get it]
Feeling that his hand had been thoroughly cleaned, Che Quan pulled it out of the handkerchief, no longer allowing that subtle tingling sensation to affect him.
Looking at Jiang Cong before him, Che Quan's lips moved, and he stiffly murmured, "Thank you."
At the same time, Che Quan couldn't help thinking, Jiang Cong really does have every good thing imaginable... even his points seem inexhaustible.
Cheng Yangze suddenly shouted urgently, "Oh no, this 'floor' is about to break apart completely, and the piranhas are going to get washed up here! Let's get out first!"
"Move!" Qu Yan said grimly.
No one said another word as the group hurried toward the exit. Ge Yue held Ke Yue's wrist the entire time, refusing to leave her behind for even a moment.
Everyone's clothes were wet to some degree, but fortunately, no one had been seriously injured.
Che Quan and Jiang Cong leaned against a nearby wall to rest.
The others collapsed onto the ground, gulping down the fresh air outside the tunnel to steady themselves.
Except for Ke Yue.
Ke Yue stood off to one side, black water dripping from the hem of her clothes.
Still panting, Cheng Yangze asked Ke Yue in confusion, "What happened to you back there? You seemed so... down."
Ke Yue didn't answer, her eyes still lowered gloomily.
Her clothes were the most thoroughly soaked of them all, yet she seemed not to feel a thing, giving off an icy air.
Something was terribly wrong.
Now it wasn't just Cheng Yangze. The others began noticing Ke Yue's strange behavior too.
Wariness had already risen in Qu