Han Feng drew her into his arms with a beaming smile. "Mm, my wife is amazing. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met."
"Good that you know."
"If you dare treat me badly, I'll run away in no time."
You should never give a man too much security.
Only when he felt that you might dump him at any moment, and that you could live extremely well without him, would he become nervous and focus his attention and thoughts on you.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!"
Han Feng grinned as he kneaded her shoulders.
"After all, you can't just run away—you can throw punches too. I don't want to end up black and blue from being beaten by you."
After a round of sweet and clingy affection, the two of them returned to the temporary camp hand in hand.
Everyone glanced over curiously, but no one was particularly surprised.
After all, the way they had acted before had already made things obvious. It was perfectly normal for them to return holding hands now.
As they passed Cui Hu, who was leaning against a rock and groaning in pain, a cold glint flashed through Han Feng's eyes.
Su Qiao tugged at him. "Why are you looking at him?"
Han Feng sighed. "Sigh, how did he not fall to his death?"
"Now we still have to carry him. What a hassle. We might as well just leave him here and save ourselves the trouble."
Cui Hu, who had still been groaning, immediately shut his mouth and tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
As for getting angry?
He didn't dare!
All he wanted now was for them to take him with them tomorrow, at least far enough away from the forest.
Perhaps because Han Feng had changed so much,