In an instant, a sudden itch swept over her, and Fu Tingfang couldn't care about her image, scratching vigorously.
Within the blink of an eye, her fair and tender cheeks were scratched until they bled, completely losing her ability to resist.
Zhao Ya's eyes lit up, and he wanted to step forward to finish her off.
But at this moment, Ma Ling and Diao Ruhai had already rushed over, hurriedly pinning down Fu Tingfang's hands.
"Third Miss, stop scratching, you'll ruin your face if you keep going!"
"It itches! It itches so bad aaaaah!"
"Where's your Antitoxic Pill? Where is it?"
Amidst the commotion, Zhao Ya sighed inwardly, realizing there was no chance to finish her off now.
However, at this time, everyone from Cyan Bamboo Ridge was focused on Fu Tingfang, making it the perfect opportunity to escape.
So he made eye contact with everyone else, then turned and darted into the forested mountains.
The others got the implied message and immediately followed.
