Tang Wuling's Guilty Conscience: I hope Lin An doesn't find out I pretended to be a girl to trick him?

The bell for the second class rang across the training grounds.

Gu Yue lay sprawled over the training equipment.

Her whole body looked like a salted fish dried under the sun.

Her face still bore the marks left by her brawl with Tang Wuling that morning.

The corner of her mouth was split, and a red scratch from a fingernail ran from her cheekbone all the way to the root of her ear.

She suddenly let out a wail.

"Ah... when is my wife coming back?! I want my wife!"

To avoid exposing their strength, she and Tang Wuling had fought for real.

Every punch landed solidly, every move cut to the bone.

That bitch Tang Wuling had fought dirty, aiming straight for her face.

She had scratched up her pretty face.

But with her wife gone, she had nowhere to act spoiled and air her grievances. She could only endure it.

Today, she had to make her wife see that stinking bitch's true colors.

Xie Xie clutched his bruised and swollen face, shuddering miserably.

His left eye socket was badly bruised, his lips were swollen high, and even his speech was slurred.

"Wulin, you've changed."

He looked at Tang Wuling resentfully.

What an honest person she used to be.

Simple, kind, hardworking, and even when Gu Yue beat her up, she would only silently get back to her feet.

But now? Now she had actually hit him.

Their little boat of friendship had capsized just like that.

Tang Wuling stood to the side, her face icy.

Gu Yue had ripped out several strands of her long blue hair, which now hung messily over her shoulders.

Her left cheek was swollen high, and a trace of uncleaned blood still lingered at the corner of her mouth.

A tear had been