"My lord! My lord, you're awake!"
A sharp cry burst into his ears. A pair of warm but trembling hands patted her back.
Yun Qingqiu panted violently, cold air poured into his lungs, causing tearing pain. She forced her eyelids open and looked past her dripping hair, focusing on the puddle of water on the blue tile floor.
The pungent smell of low-quality charcoal fire penetrates directly into the nose.
She survived.
The operations director of the Internet company Liver PPT at three o'clock in the morning opened his eyes in another drowning body after a cardiac arrest.
Such a good book must be given five stars.