Wang Puyu was very nervous, standing there helplessly, her fingers instinctively gripping the edge of the towel, knuckles turning white.
Her breath became rapid and chaotic, her eyes lowered, not daring to meet Lin Lang's gaze, her feet seemed nailed to the ground, her whole being exuding intense unease and tension.
Lin Lang looked at her, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his voice gentle yet seemingly carrying some kind of enchantment:
"If you regret now, I can let you go."
Wang Puyu bit her lip.
Her mind was in turmoil, thinking of the brothers and sisters in the Golden Dragon Cave, thinking that perhaps her retreat would lead them to suffer harm from this demon, Lin Lang, causing a stabbing pain in her heart.
She knew well that there was no turning back for her now.
So, she slowly raised her head, a hint of resolve flashing in her eyes, and shook her head firmly.
