He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 7 - 7 006 City of Romantic Encounters

Chapter 7: 006: City of Romantic Encounters Chapter 7: 006: City of Romantic Encounters Wen Changling discarded the original travel guide, it was obvious that Xie Shang had been to Lileitu before. He was very familiar with the place and even spoke the local language.

The next day, she and Xie Shang went skydiving. The wind was so loud in the helicopter that she couldn’t hear what Xie Shang was saying.

He moved behind her, close to her.

“The noise is too loud, not suitable for wearing a hearing aid.”

Then he was the first to jump out of the helicopter.

Wen Changling removed her hearing aid, accompanied by an instructor, and also jumped down. Without the hearing aid, at three thousand meters high, she could only hear a faint buzzing sound. The fierce wind made her skin hurt, and that pain, along with the violent heartbeat and rapid breathing, made every cell feel the exhilaration of a narrow escape.

In the afternoon, they went to the Underwater World of Lileitu, which was different from the underwater worlds back home, not suitable for children. This was a place for adults to revel.

The Underwater World of Lileitu hosted a crazy survival game—Deep Sea Escape. Participants had to sign a life-or-death agreement. The organizer would provide an oxygen tank that could last for fifteen minutes underwater, then bind the contestant’s hands and feet and lock them in an underwater chamber.

If you managed to escape, you could win five million in Lai currency and get rich overnight. Of course, you could give up at any moment.

What a crazy game.

From the moment one entered, exclamations from all around never ceased, it was Wen Changling’s first time at such a place. Looking around, the stands were full of people of all genders and skin colors, with the sea surface currently very calm.

“Will anyone actually play?”

This was gambling with one’s life.

Even though you could give up, the Underwater World was infinitely changeable.

“Yes,” Xie Shang took Wen Changling to a front row seat, “Those who go down are all gamblers. Faced with huge monetary temptation, many are ready to risk their lives, with very few actually giving up.”

He seemed to understand the survival rules here very well.

“Wait for me here.”

Wen Changling was surprised, her gaze following him intently, showing her anxiety, “You’re going to participate?”

wasn’t someone short

here to

his jacket on the seat and walked down from

he was sure about participating. He said

into the sea, from a distance, he looked towards the stands, found Wen Changling’s position, gave her a

gamblers began

buried at sea. Madness and chaos—in such an

minutes passed, and someone emerged from the sea. Spectators who had bet wrong cursed in disappointment and quickly shifted their attention

Shang was right; faced with great temptation, few actually gave

to help standing up, searching the endless sea for Xie Shang’s figure. As time neared

to red. What followed

successfully escaped, some sank to the bottom, some laughed, some cried and shouted. Wen Changling’s heart raced, everything was

the hitherto calm sea surface

to independently escape from the sea

the sea water dripping from his platinum hair onto the mole on his collarbone. His eyes, always appearing deeply affectionate towards anyone, were wet, unreachable in their lofty detachment. Despite his elegant composure, there was a rebellious

to Wen Changling, casually drying his wet hair with a towel, with a very normal complexion, showing no signs of post-hypoxia, “Were you

snapped back to reality, when his sense of

a woody fragrance about him, an enigmatic kind of agarwood, or perhaps sandalwood, with a heavier note of incense burning in the

played this game when I was eighteen, I’m not a beginner,” he said in an even tone, simply stating a

was a bit angry, “Then why did

if the oxygen tank was

enough

weren’t enough because, under extreme tension,

I can

shook his

nodded, showing understanding,

couldn’t figure it out; he seemed affluent and carefree, exuding an aristocratic demeanor bred from a scholarly family. She’d seen him gracefully light incense, his posture elegant and composed. And just now, he signed a

torn sense of conflict about him, capable of refined grace yet

boxing ring.

fighter, amid the shouts of the crowd,

look