The bright red liquid made Ji Dong look exceedingly bedraggled. He had already let go of Flame's hand, not wanting the liquor on him to stain Flame.
If his gaze had been as hot as fire a moment ago, now it was filled with endless chill, as if it were perennial profound ice.
"Little Ji Dong." Flame said softly.
Ji Dong turned his head and forced out a smile at Flame. Then he resolutely turned around and strode towards Ji Yifeng.
