"Bastard!"
Yan Beihan's face turned completely red, her whole body heated up. With a clang, she drew her sword: "You damned rascal! I'm going to kill you today!"
Fang Che quickly took off running.
This time it wasn't a joke or a spar; this girl was really mad, her eyes glinting fiercely. She's out to get me.
Little Bear uttered pitiful whimpering sounds on Fang Che's back: 'Ying ying ao ao wu wu ao ao ao...'
It sounded extremely tragic.
The chase turned into something like a farce.
It was like a couple fighting; the man running ahead carrying their child, while the woman chased after them with a rolling pin, and the child cried loudly...
Just thinking about it made Yan Beihan even angrier, so she redoubled her efforts.
But Fang Che kept running away with Little Bear, never fighting back, so Yan Beihan found it hard to catch up.
After a long while...
Fang Che swiftly hid behind a tree, and Yan Beihan's sword cut a hole through it.
