Jiang Yuxin felt that her head was still a bit dizzy. From the time of the incident to now, she couldn't figure out what the iron-clad lump beside her had been doing, she had just blindly followed along.
All kinds of high-tech stuff made her feel dizzy.
Qian Yu slowly lowered his eyes, looking at the small hand gripping his arm.
His thin lips seemed to purse a bit.
He said bluntly, "Here we are."
Jiang Yuxin didn't let go of him, looked outside, and her heart pounded. "Are you kidding me? This is the deep mountains where few people come, how could we end up in this kind of place?"
In her life experience, this seemed somewhat abnormal.
Qian Yu: "Let go."
"Huh?"
She, the anxious young girl, looked at him with a confused look, "What?"
Qian Yu stared at her deeply. The car's light was off and his eye sockets looked pitch black, extremely cold and ruthless.
"Your hand."
Jiang Yuxin was startled by him and subconsciously tightened her fingers, pinching his muscle.