Tang San's Wish

"...So, are we still fighting?"

Someone asked timidly.

Still fight?

Fight my ass!

The prize had already been carried off. What was the point of continuing?

Zhang Lexuan and Ling Luochen exchanged a glance without saying a word, then burst forward and rushed out of the hall, leaving the others staring at one another. Who would have thought such a perfectly good event would turn out like this?

Everyone had been fighting tooth and nail for a chance to confess first, yet this thick-browed, big-eyed fellow had not only assaulted the referee with his lips, but had also sneaked off to steal the prize while no one was looking.

Was there no justice left in this world!?

"Let's go take a look too. Otherwise, Teacher Yuhao might get eaten clean by Sister Xiaotao!"

Tang Ya spoke with righteous indignation, but the excitement in her eyes was impossible to suppress. With thoughts of perhaps getting a taste of the leftovers later, the group quietly crept toward the hall's entrance...

The wind howled past their ears. When the sensation of lips parted, a bright silver bridge stretched between them beneath the moonlight.

Huo Yuhao panted heavily. A seductive rosy flush tinged the exquisite face before him, mature allure and a young girl's shyness appearing on that face at once. Her red lips trembled softly like flickering flames.

"Yuhao..."

Amid her panting, the girl's murmur echoed by his ear. This time, she had not added any form of address after his name. That familiar voice stirred Huo Yuhao's memories. Looking at the face mostly shrouded in shadow, the figure in his memories—hot-bodied and radiating seductive charm in every gesture—finally slowly overlapped with the person before him.

"Sister Xiaotao..."

Ma Xiaotao's delicate body trembled. She instinctively raised a boneless hand and gently caressed Huo