Are the Vidyadhara All Crazy?! (Continued)

Cheng Lingshuang glanced sideways and flicked a finger like white jade.

Fu Xuan crouched down, lowering her head humbly:

"I'm sorry, it was this seat whose voice was too loud."

"Mm, get up."

Cheng Lingshuang magnanimously extended a helping hand.

Blushing, Fu Xuan grasped that hand—one that could make her forget the pain of the Mystic Eye while suddenly making her whole body go weak, a hand she both loved and hated.

Whether intentional or not, the disciples, led by Qingque, inexplicably put some distance between themselves and the two of them. At this moment, the two holding hands seemed to be alone together.

Clearly a casual wave unleashes the coldest sword light in the universe, yet this hand is unexpectedly soft and warm.

Fu Xuan felt it was quite wondrous, so she subconsciously tightened her grip.

What was transmitted back was the wonderfully smooth and warm sensation.

Grand Tutor Fu curved the corners of her mouth, and her mood instantly improved.