Shu Wan put Fu Yang down and released his acupoints, "Alright, let's go."
Fu Yang reluctantly followed behind Shu Wan, unable to resist making a face at her.
But it was as if Shu Wan had eyes on the back of her head. The moment Fu Yang stuck out his tongue, she turned around.
Caught in the act, Fu Yang paused, then casually pulled his tongue back in and flicked his bangs. "My tongue's a bit hot, just airing it out."
Shu Wan's lips curved slightly, "Is that so?"
Noticing the amusement she couldn't hide, Fu Yang got a bit irritated, "What else? It's my tongue, I'll do what I want with it. Are you going to control that too?"
"I won't." Shu Wan turned her head and continued walking.
"Hmph." Still not satisfied, Fu Yang huffed lightly and put on a face mask before he finally followed Shu Wan.
It would damage his mighty image among his little followers if others saw him walking behind Shu Wan.
