Little Fengfeng came to the rescue and chirped loudly at Wu Jiangfeng, flapping his wings to get his master's hand off Bai Shuyin's head.
The phoenix chirped loudly, settling itself on the crown of Bai Shuyin's head. It sat right in between her ears, claiming that place as his. The action made the woman question who was the one in authority, was it the phoenix or Wu Jiangfeng.
As if finally came to his senses, Wu Jiangfeng straightened abruptly, his back stiffening. He was breathing harshly and his cheeks tinted red. Fanning himself, the older man took a deep breath, forcing his breathing even and with a semi-calm facade back on his face, he repeated again, "Sorry."
Wu Jiangfeng brought his hand to cover his face, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop any accidents from happening. Holy heavens, now he must have appeared like a pervert.
