Ming Shu was stunned. Her gaze fell on the face close to hers. His eyelashes brushed against her face, making her feel slightly itchy and numb…
Xia Fu released Ming Shu's lips and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she made no move. He was not hit this time.
That was an improvement.
The next moment, Xia Fu was lying on the ground.
Xia Fu: "…"
Not getting hit was just a dream.
What a violent person!
I'm so angry!
Ming Shu stood up and looked down on Xia Fu. The arrogance in her eyes was obvious. "There are many people who want my life. I don't even notice the two of them."
"Why do you think you're able to defeat them?" Xia Fu picked himself up from the floor.
Ming Shu glanced at him and took the food off the sofa. She slowly walked into her room.
When she was just about to close the door, her voice rang out: "Because I am not afraid of death, but they are."
Xia Fu: "…" Crazy!
