"Chenfeng, what were you doing?" Han Chuxue couldn't help but ask curiously when she saw Ye Chenfeng return to the cell, as she hadn't heard what Ye Chenfeng had instructed Han Yanyi due to the distance between Han Yanyi's position and Han Chuxue's cell.
Ye Chenfeng's right arm slipped through Han Chuxue's slender waist and he brought her into his embrace from the low stool, with his hand 'accidentally' touching where it shouldn't have.
After giving Ye Chenfeng a glare of shamed anger, Han Chuxue said, "Chenfeng, can't you be more serious? Tell me the truth, how did you actually get in here? Don't tell me you destroyed the Guiyuan Sect or something, do you think I would believe that?"
Ye Chenfeng casually replied, "Chu Xue, where am I not serious? Am I not just holding you up?"
"Then, where is your hand?" Han Chuxue asked with a bitten lip, as many acupoints in her body were sealed and she couldn't muster much strength.
