That icy voice made Feng Hao shudder. He quickly grabbed the back of the seat to move aside, saying with immense awkwardness, "Uh, I really didn't mean for that to happen. I assume you didn't either, right?"
"Shameless." Xiyue Frost sat up straight, her cheeks flushing slightly as she hissed out the single word in a mix of shame and anger.
"..." Feng Hao rolled his eyes. 'This woman's prejudice against me is getting out of hand. We were thrown together by forces beyond our control, but of course, she has to make it dirty.'
The atmosphere in the carriage fell silent once more. Xiyue Frost preoccupied herself with adjusting her clothes, refusing to spare Feng Hao another glance, her expression a mixture of revulsion and bashfulness.
Just then, the battle outside the carriage subsided. West Moon Ridge and Chief Black Cat returned one after the other.
"Xiaoshuang, are you two unhurt?" West Moon Ridge asked, her hair disheveled and her eyes filled with worry.
