Chu Feng and An Rongrong fell to the ground, suddenly collapsing together. For An Rongrong, who had never had her hand held by a strange man before, such contact was already quite intimate. This made An Rongrong's little face turn red all the way down to her neck.
"Could you... could you let go of my hand first?" An Rongrong said timidly.
Chu Feng released her hand, then helped An Rongrong to stand up from the ground.
"That... I'm sorry about before!" Chu Feng said awkwardly by way of explanation.
An Rongrong, hearing Chu Feng bring up the incident, blushed even more. She lowered her head, chest heaving, and shook it, saying, "I know you were trying to save me, thank you!"
Just as Chu Feng was about to speak, he felt a strong gust of wind from behind him. His eyebrows raised, he turned around and threw a punch with equal force.
"Bang!"
Two fists collided, making a sound like ripping leather.
