This scene came unexpectedly, startlingly so.
It was just too much.
The air suddenly quietened, falling into an indescribable and delicate atmosphere.
Wen Xian staggered and fell.
She seemed somewhat dumbfounded.
At that moment, a cold voice suddenly came from above, "What are you looking at? Get up quickly."
Wen Xian's face flushed immediately, she shifted her gaze away, trying to stand up, but just then her leg had gone numb, and she had no strength to get up.
Lu Xiao kept his eyes on her, towering above, his tall figure covering hers entirely.
Wen Xian felt as if the air around her had become thin, and just as she was about to ask for help, his voice came from above again:
"Not getting up? Do you think you can divert my attention with other means?"
At his words, Wen Xian's ears burned as if on fire, she grabbed his arm, struggling to get up, and muttered through clenched teeth:
"What are you talking about, what means would I use?"