A strong yet delicate figure shot like an arrow from the bowstring, passed through the layers of shadows in the forest, and suddenly appeared in front of Su Li.
The muscles on that arm bulged, with distinct muscle lines.
Xiao Heng screamed from behind, "Holy shit, Brother Qi!"
Feng Huaijin's handsome and ethereal face tightened, sweat dripping down from his forehead onto their hands.
His sweat was scalding, and just one drop made her heart tremble.
Feng Huaijin? What's he doing here?
Su Li looked at that tense face, and her heart seemed to explode like fireworks, with an intense abnormal feeling growing inside.
For some reason, seeing him made her nose sting, and she suddenly felt like crying.
Feng Huaijin, slightly breathless, glanced at her tearful, pitiful look, and sneered, "Pathetic."
Xiao Heng, who had chased after them, was speechless.
Brother Qi, oh Brother Qi, isn't this the moment you should be comforting her by lifting her up high?
