Shoot!
But the moment Ye Feng grasped Murong Xiaoyu's wrist, his expression beneath his eyes faltered.
This girl's wrist was smooth and cold, just like a piece of ice sculpture.
This unique tactile sensation was exactly the same as that of the female ghost who had been subjected to a body check by him last night.
It was obvious that the female ghost had identified him by the sound of his voice during his speech for new students and had come for revenge.
However, the daze was only momentary, and Ye Feng quickly covered it up, his gaze turning into one of indignant anger at being wrongly accused.
Could it be that I'm mistaken, and this guy isn't the scumbag from last night?
Seeing the righteous anger in Ye Feng's eyes, Murong Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel doubtful.
"Speak up, what did I do to you, accusing someone without any proof!"
Ye Feng pressed his advantage.
