"You brought me in, now, I want you to come in!"
Qin Huan's words were utterly perplexing!
Zhang Feng was completely dumbfounded.
He had no idea what Qin Huan was talking about.
So he couldn't help but ask:
"Aren't I already inside? Where are you asking me to go?"
Hearing Zhang Feng's question, Qin Huan didn't reply.
Instead, with a "snap!", she grabbed Zhang Feng's hand.
At first, Zhang Feng didn't know what Qin Huan was up to.
But two seconds later, he realized his hand seemed to be heading to some strange place.
It felt like there was a thin silk layer, and then he touched two...
Wait!
Two...
"Hiss—"
"Holy crap!!"
After taking a sharp breath.
Zhang Feng uttered an essence of human civilization's language.
His body jerked forward, tumbling out from the wall.
And because Qin Huan had been holding onto Zhang Feng's arm, she tumbled out with him.
Since Zhang Feng fell first, he lay flat on his back, and Qin Huan ended up lying on top of him.
