Wei Anning couldn't care less about stopping at a reasonable point. Her palms were burning, still retaining the high temperature from someone's body. She clenched her fists and turned to run upstairs.
Leng Youchen didn't dare to chase after her. Watching her agile form darting like a rabbit, his heart almost jumped out of his chest, "Madam, slow down, be careful not to fall."
Wei Anning paid no heed, her silhouette quickly disappeared towards the second floor.
Leng Youchen saw her safely reach the top, and only then did his heart return to his chest. Touching his forehead, he realized he had broken out in a cold sweat from her wild actions.
It seemed that the next five months of days filled with fear and trepidation had only just begun for him.
