"Ah!"
The young woman's scream echoed from the pitch-black wine cellar. Luo Yuwei's mind, previously numbed by alcohol, snapped to attention. Realizing what she had done, she quickly withdrew her hand, her pale face filled with panic.
She took a few steps forward, but her footsteps halted abruptly as she approached the mouth of the cellar.
He might recognize her...
A flurry of hasty footsteps soon disappeared from the entrance of the cellar.
At the bottom of the cellar, Ye Xian, caught off guard and pushed down, lay on the ground in agony, her throat emitting a mournful cry, "My foot... it hurts so much~"
To ensure the safety of the stored wine and prevent contamination from other odors, the bottom of the cellar was layered with thick straw. Falling from a height of three or four meters wasn't overly painful, but because she landed awkwardly, she had twisted her ankle.
