In the library, during this time, all the students were in class and there weren't many people reading here—just a few, scattered about, very quiet, all engrossed in their books.
Tang Feng had quickly finished digesting the history books and, out of boredom, he had to resort to reading some lyrical essays and bizarre tales—perhaps he might even discover something.
"Let go, if you lay a hand on me I'll call for help." A sharp rebuke drew Tang Feng's attention.
He turned his head to look, only to see in the English literature corner, an extremely attractive woman being held by the arms by a young man. The man was indeed handsome, and the woman was even more exceptionally stunning—probably the most beautiful woman Tang Feng had ever seen.
Mu Qingwan and the others were beautiful, but still a notch below this woman.
There was something both seductive and delicate about this woman's aura, which made her seem holy and untouchable, yet her figure exuded a dangerously captivating charm.
