In that short time, a large group of wild men armed with wooden clubs and iron implements had already surrounded them.
Xu Chao looked down into pairs of fierce, bloodshot eyes.
Beside him, Fu Sichen's lips curved faintly. He braced one hand against the tree trunk, then jumped to the ground.
Dropping from over two meters up, the man's muscles bulged in powerful curves as he bent his legs.
Sensing a threat, the wild men surrounding them raised their weapons and let out beastlike growls.
But Fu Sichen seemed not to have heard anything. Or perhaps he had, but was confident these wild men could not hurt him no matter what, so he had nothing to fear.
He raised his hands. "Chaochao, come down."
Xu Chao hesitated a little and quietly tried to negotiate. "Actually, I'm a little afraid of heights. How about I climb down?"
Nearly three meters was not much less than the height of a single story.
The man just opened his mouth and told him to jump off a building. Was he really that obedient?
But the next second, he saw Fu Sichen reach a little higher, his voice carrying a smile. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
The man had a handsome, refined face, but his flawless features were always shrouded in frost, radiating a chill that kept strangers away.
Now that he smiled, it was as though spring had arrived, flowers were blooming, and everything was coming back to life.
Xu Chao's heart could not help pounding. He broke into a grin and jumped down, his good sense lost to a handsome face.
The wind rushed past his ears.
The weightlessness of his rapid fall invaded every cell in his body.
His heart rate instantly soared, his body tensing to its limit, only for him