Even though he was facing such a steamy scene, Yu Lian felt every hair on his body standing on end. The back of his neck felt cold, as if the glint of a woodcutter's blade were already pointed at him.
...If Feifei really comes charging in with a woodcutter's blade, I'm socially dead! Yu Lian thought. But the moment the thought crossed his mind, the bright sunshine and blue sea outside the window instantly dimmed, as if someone had slapped an underworld filter over the scene. Then, sure enough, someone was standing beside his bed. Her figure and fragrance were so familiar he could recognize them anywhere. Who else could it be but Feifei?
Yu Lian couldn't tell whether he was the problem or the illusion, but Feifei before him was still in the same state as a newborn baby. If she weren't radiating blood-red menace and sinister energy, with both hands gripping a woodcutter's blade, he might actually have thought this illusion was pretty good at playing along.
To be honest, whether it was "no colorful phoenix wings to fly side by side" or "paper kites cut from the wind, each in its own flock," both ran somewhat counter to the universal morality of a properly educated person. But people were animals, and it wasn't easy to overcome one's instincts. Who with healthy desires hadn't fantasized about a scene like this?
Yu Lian had just started to raise both hands over his head and shout, "Feifei, let me explain!" But the moment the thought crossed his mind, the woodcutter's blade in her hands seemed to be nourished by some invisible force of malice. It looked as though it had multiplied into thousands of blades, its murderous aura swirling with madness and resentment.
But when he looked toward Yani, she