The female students were utterly dumbfounded. Feng Rouyi, her face flushed red, muttered softly, "That hooligan..."
"Wang Fei, what are you standing there gaping for?" Zhou Xuan roared, a mixture of shame and fury. An earthy-yellow halo suddenly enveloped her. Above her head, a spectral image resembling a boulder materialized. With a tremor, a ponderous force surged from her body, throwing off Ye Xuan's hold. "Petrification Martial Soul!"
RIP!
Ye Xuan had ripped Zhou Xuan's black silk stockings halfway down. Even as he retreated, he didn't miss the chance to run a hand over her calf. "Tsk, tsk. So smooth and supple. A truly fine pair of legs."
Zhou Xuan gritted her teeth so hard they could have shattered, her eyes blazing with fire. Her face was flushed scarlet all the way to her ears as she hissed, "You lecher! I'm going to kill you!"
