Chu Zhengran helped Qin Xia walk a short distance, but seeing her limping was too inconvenient, he bent down and picked her up horizontally.
"Hey hey hey hey hey hey..." Qin Xia exclaimed a string of hey's as he carried her.
Chu Zhengran glanced at her but ignored her, continuing to walk forward with her in his arms.
Both of them had good memories and a good sense of direction.
This labyrinth setup had probably been traversed thoroughly tonight, and he knew clearly how to exit it.
Qin Xia possessed a fresh, bright, and beautiful face along with an ethereal grace.
However, as soon as she spoke, it was like delivering a blow to that ethereal grace.
It made people feel as if they were directly dropped from the Heavenly Realm into a primitive tribe.
Being held by him, Qin Xia's hands waved uncertainly in front of her as if casting spells, unsure where to place them.
Eventually, she realized her hands could rest on her own body.
She quickly settled them on herself, unmoving.
