Yao Qing was stunned for a moment before Yu Yanshen directly wrapped his arm around her waist and, taking advantage of the momentum, carried her on his back and stepped out.
Previously, she had been carried out of the basement like this, hanging upside down, and now the scene was repeating itself.
Behind her was the leader's hearty laughter, ringing in Yao Qing's ears like an enchantment, leaving only that laughter echoing in her head.
Yu Yanshen carried Yao Qing to a room; the houses here seemed to be generally crude, but this one was comparatively clean.
Yao Qing was placed onto the bed, and she subconsciously moved back two steps.
Before her, the man was right there.
He placed his hands on either side of her, his forehead resting on her brow.
His voice was clear as water, flowing into her ears.
"I will save you from Wen Nianchu, are you willing?"
"…Yes."
Yu Yanshen narrowed his eyes slightly, his tongue sweeping over his dry lips, the sound that emanated growing hoarser.
