In a rush of urgency, Yue Fuguang lunged forward and swiftly pinched the poisonous insect, throwing it down.
Ji Jing snapped back to reality, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. His brow furrowed deeply, his tone grave with anger, "Are you courting death?"
Realizing they couldn't linger here, he wrapped his arm around Yue Fuguang's waist and leaped to another tree, his expression tinged with annoyance.
Yue Fuguang didn't seem to mind, smiling as she looked at him, "What's the matter, worried about me?"
Ji Jing's lips twitched slightly, his face betraying a hint of sarcasm, "Miss Yue sure loves to flatter herself."
He hadn't expected Yue Fuguang to throw herself at the danger. In fact, he was quick to react; even if Yue Fuguang hadn't come over, he was confident he could have evaded the poisonous insect.
His eyes held a complex expression, one of incomprehension.
