Shen Yanhe instinctively raised her hand to cover her face.
But no matter how fast she was, the true face beneath the mask had been seen by Wu Fang who was standing beside her.
Wu Fang's eyes widened: "!!!!"
F*ck! F*ck!
Madam, Madam, Madam, Madam??
Shen Yanhe was angry and swung her fist fiercely towards Fu Yanhe: "You're courting death!"
This freak, he actually tore off her mask!
This was intolerable!
Seeing the familiar little face full of anger, Fu Yanhe's pupils shrank suddenly, and his movements came to an instant halt, taking her punch hard.
Shen Yanhe raised her hand, wanting to continue hitting him, but her wrist was caught by him, and he pulled her into his arms, tightly pinning her waist.
This ambiguous gesture made Shen Yanhe even more angry and frustrated. She lifted her foot and aimed a kick at his lower regions: "You freak! You're dead meat!"
Fu Yanhe raised his foot to block her kick, then stared at her for a long time before slowly speaking, "Yanyan?"
