At that moment, Gao Yang wanted nothing more than to escape Zhu Zhuqing's bedchamber!
Every grievance had its culprit, every debt its debtor. He only wanted revenge on Zhu Zhuyun.
He bore no ill will toward Zhu Zhuqing, his classmate who looked cold and aloof but was kind at heart.
But...
Leaving was no longer simply a matter of wanting to...
Afraid of giving himself away, Gao Yang could only mumble a reply. He channeled Soul Power into his toes, making his footsteps as light as a young girl's. Even when he circled behind her, she noticed nothing.
"Little Yun, hurry up."
Zhu Zhuqing languidly stretched her waist and draped her arms over the sides of the wooden tub, exposing her smooth, rounded shoulders as she signaled for her maid to massage them.
"Sorry about this..."
Gao Yang's fingertips trembled slightly as he placed them on her shoulders. Her skin felt delicate and silky beneath his touch, sending a ripple through his heart as he slowly began to knead.
After a good while, Zhu Zhuqing gave a soft hum of pleasure.
"Little Yun, your technique has improved quite a bit today."
Before she had even finished speaking, she tipped her head back.
Gao Yang was lost in the soft, supple sensation of her skin and never expected her to look back so suddenly. It was too late to dodge. Their eyes met, and both cried out at once.
"Why is it you?!"
The girl's modesty made her react faster. With a flick of her wrist, she thrust straight for Gao Yang's eyes.
Gao Yang snapped out of his daze, lifted his hands from her shoulders, and lightly flicked her elbow joint.
Her entire arm went numb, instantly losing all feeling. Panic surged through her. She rose with the momentum and