The body seemed to fall into a bottomless pit, constantly sinking downwards. Han Wanwan's hands groped around, trying to grab hold of something. Suddenly, the instinct for survival made her subconsciously tighten her grip.
"Hmm!" A muffled sound came from beside her, mixed with a bit of pain.
Then, a voice, cold to the bone, shouted angrily, "Han Wanwan! If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll send you to the Asylum!"
"Ah!"
Han Wanwan's body finally landed firmly. She slowly opened her eyes, and what met her gaze was an unfamiliar whiteness. Her black and white pupils swirled around; the intuition a gold medal agent should have told her there was danger!
She instinctively raised her hand and once again grabbed the man's vulnerable spot. Her bright eyes flashed with a sharp gleam, "Who are you!!"
