Unexpectedly, Lu Xingye received his first slap in his life from the person he had despised since childhood.
And this person, at this very moment, was questioning him: what did he think he was?
Ha.
Good, very good! So good!
The rage in Lu Xingye's eyes seemed tangible as he grasped her shoulders, his teeth clenched with every punctuated word:
"Lu, Fengxuan, are, you, seeking, death, is, that, it!!"
Lu Fengxuan wasn't afraid of him at all, she struggled continuously, punching and kicking him like a madwoman in the throes of hysteria.
The veins on Lu Xingye's forehead were throbbing as he controlled the impulse to strangle her with the last thread of his rationality, forcefully pressing her body down onto the hospital bed.
"You better behave yourself!" he roared, his expression as terrifying as a fierce ghost, "You dare to ask what I am, have your wings hardened to the point you've forgotten who was the idiot clinging to my clothes, calling me 'brother'!"
