Ning Li's soft and delicate hand landed on the back of Lu Huaiyu's hand.
Lu Huaiyu stopped in his tracks but did not turn back.
"Go back in and wait for me. I'll be there soon."
He kept his voice nonchalant as usual as he spoke to her, but it was not difficult to hear the iciness and suppressed threat in his voice.
Cheng Xiyue was about to go crazy.
'Even Ning Li's pleas aren't working?!'
Ning Li frowned slightly and grabbed Lu Huaiyu's hand tightly.
"Second Brother, my hand hurts."
After a short silence, Lu Huaiyu closed his eyes to cover the surging waves underneath.
When he opened his eyes again, the madness that had been about to break free from its cage silently vanished.
He returned to his usual calm demeanor as he tossed aside the wooden club in his hand and finally turned around.
"Where does it hurt?"
Lu Huaiyu looked at Ning Li's hand and saw that there was a small gash on the back of her hand.
