Why She Was Angry

Fu Hua lowered her head and looked at that large hand pressed against the red-and-white garments of the Chi Yuan. It even kneaded them a little, and in the end... pinched them.

"...They really are so small. Is it because... after becoming a Fusion Warrior... they stopped developing...? But... Fu Hua wasn't that young... when she became a Fusion Warrior, was she? Why... are they still so small...?"

"Even... Danzhu... Cang Xuan..."

"Are bigger than this... right...?"

"It's been... thousands of years... and they actually... haven't grown... at all..."

Xu Yanwu did not know what state he was in right now, but Fu Hua knew... those words had definitely come from Xu Yanwu!!!

When Xu Yanwu had first placed his hand there, Fu Hua had still been able to remain calm. But as he kept talking, even Fu Hua could no longer endure it, and her face gradually changed color.

"XU YANWU!!!!!!!!"

Fu Hua's face flushed bright red.

She kicked Xu Yanwu, but he did not react in the slightest.

Under Fu Hua's control, the Grip of Taixu in her hand erupted with all kinds of elements she commanded.

Yet Xu Yanwu's body did not budge at all.

It was as if all of Fu Hua's resistance was merely scratching an itch for Xu Yanwu.

"Xu Yanwu! You..."

Perhaps because he found the noise by his ear too irritating, Xu Yanwu impatiently removed the hand from Fu Hua's chest and covered her mouth, preventing her from continuing.

After her mouth was covered, Fu Hua had initially felt relieved that Xu Yanwu's hand had left her chest. But... when she realized that the hand covering her mouth was the same hand Xu Yanwu had just used to grab her chest...

Fu Hua felt... that her fury had reached its limit.

"Bast...