"Hurry, run!"
Wang Jingyuan followed behind her with a faint expression.
After hearing her words, one of his eyebrows raised slightly, making his whole person appearing somewhat careless, as if even if he knew there was a director behind him, he still wouldn't have had much of a reaction.
His eyelashes drooped and his gaze fell on the panicking person before him who was clutching his hand.
The girl's hand was born small as they encircled his wrist with difficulty. The nails were round and cute, with a milky crescent on top.
The temperature of her palm was a little warm. It was attached to his wrist bone and after a while of being in contact, the skins that were touching began to heat up.
She apparently wasn't aware of how this might be inappropriate as she pulled him along towards the end of the corridor, where the flights of stairs were located.
They hesitated for a moment at the fork in the stairs before they staggered along downstairs.
