Burial Mound, Forced Kiss

"Shut up!" Seeing the few brats chattering away as if their scars had already healed and they had forgotten the pain, Qi Zhenbai's sharp, majestic phoenix eyes swept over the three indifferently, a stern warning in his gaze. They immediately covered their mouths and didn't dare speak. They, too, knew that now wasn't the time to say these words, and they continued to watch the 'fight' in front of them nervously.

Qi Zhenbai was more worried about the woman in front of him. At the thought that this woman was now covering him, Qi Zhenbai's cold, hard heart couldn't help but soften. He did want to help, but was afraid that it would be counterproductive, so he could only stand solemnly and stare intently at the somewhat pale woman in front of him. In case anything went wrong, he would immediately step forward to save her.