It's still good for me

  Can't stand a big man using so much force to pull a girl's hand, Feng Lie finally couldn't keep silent and walked forward to block them. "Zi Ye, give her to me, let me talk to her." His intuition told him that the girl in front of him was not their enemy.

  "You, no good" The sharp words made Feng Lie Xing's expression stiffen, because Lan Zi Ye had just said that he was a person who couldn't be entrusted with important tasks. Feng Lie Xing's personality was straightforward and careless, doing things in a rough and sloppy manner, whether it was in daily life or at critical moments, his face always had a carefree expression.

  When someone exposed his shortcoming, he didn't get angry, but instead smiled awkwardly a few times. "Zi Ye, let's talk properly, I remember you've always been someone who doesn't mess with girls, so why today...". He smiled meaningfully and glanced at the hand that Lan Zi Ye was still holding onto Xuan Xiran, he couldn't win against this ice block-like guy, so he might as well just smooth things over with his words.

  It was clear that this sentence made Lan Ziyue's hand pause, and Xuan Yiran also felt it. She took advantage of the opportunity to shake off his hand and ran behind Feng Lie Xing to hide. She suddenly didn't dislike this arrogant guy as much because she knew he was helping her.

  "Look, you scared him so much." Feng Lie's expression was quite something in the dim light of the night. He turned around and looked at Xuan with a calm smile, "You know my good side now, right?" Seeing Xuan leaning against him, he couldn't help but feel smug again, "You were so forceful when you knocked me out earlier." That one hit was something that made him unforgettable what it felt like to be in pain.

  "It wasn't intentional" Xuan Yan lowered her head, her attitude obviously improving. In fact, she also felt quite apologetic about what happened last time.

  Feng Lie's expression turned serious after a brief smile, "Xie Ran" This time he didn't mispronounce her name, "Wang is in grave danger now, only you can save him."

  "Me?" Xuan Yan pointed to herself with her hand, hadn't she misheard? She was now a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, struggling to save herself, how could she have the moral integrity and ability to rescue someone else, let alone that person being Wang.

  Is something wrong somewhere?