In the pitch-dark palace.
Wang Hao and Le Xuan were plummeting rapidly.
"Wang Hao, hurry up and think of something. I really don't want to be squashed into a pancake," Le Xuan said as she clung tightly to Wang Hao, her body trembling slightly.
"Ah!" Wang Hao sighed lightly, "Thinking of a solution requires inspiration, but I have no feeling right now. How am I supposed to think of anything?"
"Then what exactly do you need to come up with a plan?!" Le Xuan asked anxiously.
Wang Hao's lips quirked up, "For a woman to make a man 'feel' something, surely that's something I don't need to teach you, right?!"
"You, you shameless rogue!" Le Xuan, her pretty face flushed with anger, pinched Wang Hao hard on his waist.
Wang Hao caught Le Xuan's naughty hand and reminded her, "We've been falling for quite some time now. I reckon we're about to hit the ground."
