Early in the morning, after a night of rest, the group—whose spirits had been lifted by good food—set off once more.
They were expected to reach their destination around noon. Along the way, the young men and women wore expectant smiles. Zhang Lexuan, walking at the very back, had somehow changed out of the academy uniform she had worn the night before and into a somewhat plain long dress that perfectly showcased her flawless figure.
Strangely, however, her delicate face was slightly twisted at the moment. She walked unsteadily, her legs trembling faintly as though she could barely remain standing. From time to time, she drew in a sharp breath through her lips, then shot Huo Yuhao beside her a resentful glance.
Seeing Huo Yuhao maintain an entirely straight-faced expression, Zhang Lexuan unconsciously let out a soft hum from her throat but said nothing. After all, she had been the one to ask for it last night. She could not blame anyone else.
Deep down, she regretted it bitterly. Had she known he was this fierce, she never would have rushed over to fight him in a moment of impulsiveness.
Heaven knew how miserably she had been tossed around last night. After several rounds, she had been left sprawled on the ground, capable of nothing but panting. Her entire body had turned to mush, as if her bones were about to fall apart.
In the end, Jiang Nannan and Tang Ya had carried her back to the tent. It was not until morning that she had regained even a little strength to move.
After waking up, her gaze had continually swept over Huo Yuhao's body, which did not appear particularly muscular. Beneath her curiosity lingered deep fear. She simply could not comprehend how such a body could contain such terrifying