"I'll kill you both, I'll kill you both–––" the voice screeched, its owner seemingly kicking and struggling about. The window was opened and the morning breeze poured in, wave after wave.
Meng Fuyao yawned and stretched lazily before rubbing her eyes. While deciding on the torture equipment that she was going to use on this evil guest, she heard a clear voice saying, "Your body's really no joke, Miss Meng. A whole night of battle? Looks like my presence is unnecessary."
Meng Fuyao turned stiff and opened an eye carefully. 'The man with a poisonous tongue is back.'
Zong Yue, dressed in white, stood before the window, appearing like a sparklingly lofty snow mountain in front of the Bougainvillea-filled background. Beside him was a colorfully-dressed Ya Lanzhu.
Meng Fuyao stared at them, mouth wide opened. What was going on? How did they meet and why had they appeared together?