Flying Cauldron

With Xue Qiang still in his arms, Feng Fan spoke softly. "Feng Fan? Since when did you start calling me by my name?"

Xue Qiang didn't answer right away. Instead, she took a deep breath, savoring his scent, her face faintly blushing.

Feng Fan noticed and chuckled, his hand shifting from her back to her head as he gently ran his fingers through her hair.

"Come on," he said warmly. "We've got a competition to win. After this, I'm heading back to the White Crow Sect with all of you."

Xue Qiang nodded, nuzzling her head lightly against his chest before stepping back.

"Alright," she replied, her tone soft but dangerous. "But if you disappear again, don't expect me to forgive you next time."

Feng Fan wasn't sure if he should take it as a threat or not, so he offered a wry smile.