She kicked away the person lunging at her, her star-like eyes gazing emotionlessly at those lying on the ground.
At that moment, almost sensing something behind her, Bi Xia turned her head back. She saw that young man sitting lazily on the closed car door, humming an unknown tune. Despite the tense situation, it sounded extremely pleasant, adding a touch of relaxation and freedom.
But... Bi Xia stared intently at Chu Wu. Although Chu Wu looked no different on the surface, Bi Xia could feel that Chu Wu's spiritual power was disturbed. Under the wooden mask, those cherry lips were bloodless, and those peach blossom eyes were somewhat cold. One could imagine the frown on the face beneath the mask.
"Xiao Wu..."
"Hmm?" Chu Wu turned to look at Bi Xia without changing expression, a wicked smile on her pale lips.
Bi Xia's star-like eyes narrowed slightly. She sighed softly, leaned forward a bit, and placed her hand on Chu Wu's lips. "Your lips are so pale."
