Ahh — The Abnormal Flame Is Growing!

"Are you sure about that?" Feng Yiran frowned.

"Why not?" Feng Liu smirked. "Do you think Feng Wu will say anything nice about us when she gets back home? She'll trash us in front of grandmother! The best defense is offense. She made us do it!"

While Feng Yiran and Feng Liu were discussing how to throw mud at Feng Wu, they had no idea that the person they were plotting against had heard everything they were saying a short distance away behind a rock.

Feng Wu flared up at those words and she tried to jump out of the water.

However, Jun Linyuan's strong left arm had wrapped around her waist, his right hand was pressing hard on the back of her head, and he wouldn't stop kissing her.

His smell filled her nostrils.

Both hands pressing against Jun Linyuan's chest, Feng Wu struggled to push him away. However, she might as well try to lift a mountain. She was as petty as an ant compared with Jun Linyuan.