Patter.
A shadow nimbly vaulted over the wall, landing in the yard like a large bird.
Upon closer inspection, the figure had both arms spread open, astonishingly carrying two people.
"They haven't followed, you can put me down now..."
Lin Chuqiao nestled against Fang Cheng's chest, speaking softly, her cheeks and ears flushed red.
Fang Cheng nodded at her words and then released his hands.
"Ouch!"
Pan Wendi, however, cried out as if he hadn't steadied himself, almost tumbling down.
"Wendi, how's your injury?"
Lin Chuqiao immediately asked with concern.
"It's nothing, just feeling a bit numb, Fang Cheng's strength is just too great."
Pan Wendi spoke with a slightly weak voice, his square face flushed red.
Fang Cheng looked at him speechlessly.
It was understandable for Lin Chuqiao to blush, the physical contact between men and women being a sensitive matter.
But you, a grown man, are just slightly injured; what's there to blush about?
