Xia Feng looked somewhat confused.
He Jianzhu sighed and, with a gentle and soft voice from behind his half-framed gold-rimmed glasses, the anger in his beautiful eyes dissipated, "How does it feel, soft?"
Xia Feng blinked, pondering before nodding, "Not bad."
"..." He Jianzhu immediately became expressionless, "Let go!"
Xia Feng's face remained unchanged as he released his grip, and while he was at it, he even smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes around her waist and hips. Under her unfriendly and slightly squinting cold gaze, he finally drew his hand back behind him.
But because of this, He Jianzhu, losing support, softened and plummeted into the deep mist below.
Xia Feng was taken aback, quickly flying downward.
The woman's white coat fluttered with the wind, and her silver hair was somewhat disheveled, swirling in the mist. Xia Feng wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace once again.
