Little Fool, Don't You Know How to Breathe Through Your Nose?

The two of them stood there for a while before Li Yan raised his hand.

Chu Luo subconsciously leaned back.

When he saw her reaction, Li Yan's smile widened. "Are you afraid of me?"

"How is that possible!" Chu Luo also became aware of her subconscious reaction and was suddenly feeling a little unhappy. As the most respected High Priestess, she had never been afraid of anyone. Why would she be afraid of him?

At the thought of this, Chu Luo grabbed his hand. As she spun, she switched their positions.

Li Yan leaned against the door. Chu Luo had one hand on his shoulder and the other waving in front of him. She threatened fiercely, "Li Yan, I'm warning you. If you dare to have any designs on me, I'll beat you up."

Li Yan looked down at the fierce little thing and quietly wrapped his arm around her from behind. When she wasn't looking, he tightened his grip.

"Uh…"