In the moment Yun Xi was scooped up by him, her heart inexplicably started pounding. Looking at his somewhat disheveled but scarred handsome face, all she could think of was when he said to Yang Yue, "Young master hasn't even dared to lay a finger on her, and you dare to slap her?"
Clearly, the two of them bickered and fought every time they met, yet when she needed help the most, he appeared like a deity and protected her against those four people, uttering such a threatening statement to Yang Yue.
After staring for a while, Yun Xi, almost like under some spell, raised her little hand and poked his injured face, causing Lu Xize to grimace in pain and release his grip slightly. Yun Xi felt herself slipping and, in a panic, clung to his neck, only to be met with Lu Xize's explosive roar.
