The first thing Jiang Xinli saw when she opened her eyes was the sharp line of a man's jaw and his bobbing Adam's apple.
Her cheek was pressed tightly against his chest.
The man's scorching body heat, mixed with the cool scent of red wine and agarwood, radiated through his clothes.
"Yu Hanche, let me go!" She struggled, only to find that she was completely paralyzed, save for her mouth.
She still couldn't summon the Dodder Flower Vines from her fingertips.
The arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and a low, masculine voice rumbled by her ear. "Don't move."
A blinding white light flashed, and space warped once more.
Jiang Xinli opened her eyes again to find her surroundings had changed once more.
It was as if they were in midair.
The sound of wind went WHOOSHING past her ears.
'So, those first two times were Spatial Teleportation.'
'And now, he's using Wind Riding Flight.'
