"Chu! Xiao! Feng!" Wang Xue Rui's voice, filled with murderous intent, echoed in Chu Feng's ears, "Didn't I tell you before I left to stay in school and heal up properly?
"No sooner had your injuries healed than you ran out to fight and kill. I think you're asking for death!
"Now you dare to raise your hand against me? You want to draw your sword? I'm standing right here, come on, chop me!
"I..."
Oh no, busted, caught red-handed.
I can't let her go on, the longer she talks, the harder this fire will be to put out!
Chu Feng took a deep breath, ignored the sharp pain in his ear, turned around, and hugged Wang Xue Rui tightly, his arms wrapping around her slender waist.
He hugged her tightly as if to merge with her, unwilling to let go even a little, showing endless tenderness and yearning.
Gently resting his chin on her slim shoulder, his voice frail with a hint of vulnerability, he murmured, "Ms. Xue Rui, I've missed you so much!"
Wang Xue Rui's body suddenly stiffened.