Yang Fei always did whatever he wanted to.

Mi Xuan, on the other hand, had long been holed up in the laboratory, out of touch with the world.

Yet, with her intelligence and broad-mindedness, she never cared about the looks from others.

The two played and frolicked in the musical fountain like children.

Yang Fei performed a street dance bursting with rhythm, while Mi Xuan clapped and cheered him on from the side.

Yang Fei looked at her white dress, soaked and clinging to her body.

Her curves and contours were all exposed, and he suddenly felt warm inside.

He lifted Mi Xuan up, spinning her around twice.

In the pouring rain, amidst Mi Xuan's dizzying world, the distance between them magically disappeared.

Half an hour later, Yang Fei, holding Mi Xuan, arrived at her apartment.

In the bathroom, Mi Xuan stood under the showerhead.

Mi Xuan had never realized how beautiful she was.

She looked at the beautiful girl in the mirror.

In a trance, Mi Xuan seemed to return to the Amazon jungle.

He clutched his own hand tightly, running wildly through the jungle...

He roared loudly, telling himself to get the hell out...

He mourned his fallen comrade, lying on the ground pounding the earth, weeping bitterly...

He took off the heels of his high-heeled shoes and carefully padded them with cloth strips to spare his delicate feet from some of the agony.

...

Scene after scene flashed through Mi Xuan's mind.

How long does it take for a woman to fall in love with a man?

The answer is one second.

One second is eternity!

Mi Xuan smiled happily, looking at her reflection in the mirror, as delicate as an orchid in a secluded valley.

She made up her mind and opened the bathroom door.

Just as the two were flying side by side in the apartment,

the middle-aged man, the Sorcerer Demon King, sneaked into the residential area.

These days, the Sorcerer Demon King had been tracking Yang Fei.

The Sorcerer Demon King had a special way of concealing his presence.

As long as he did not unleash his Martial Arts power, not a trace of his Essence Qi would leak.

Therefore, Yang Fei had no idea that someone was following him.

He just instinctively felt uneasy.

The warnings from Turtle Extreme never ceased.

Mi Xuan's apartment was located behind the Polytechnic Experiment Building, part of the university's high-level guesthouse.

This residential area, with its pavilions, gardens, and tranquil environment, was only accessible to professors of that rank.

Security, especially given Mi Xuan's special status, was tightened.

The police had even added an extra duty station; a mobile patrol car was stationed outside 24 hours a day.

In addition, there was Mi Duo, dressed in Armed Storm, for personal protection.

Mi Duo's Martial Arts skills were not high, but when she activated Armed Storm, she could instantly kill even a Danjin master.

At this moment, the Sorcerer Demon King was sitting in the security room.

Inside the room, two duty guards were rendered unconscious by the Sorcerer Demon King and lay in a stupor.

The Sorcerer Demon King's Martial Arts skills had reached Danjin Earth-grade.

However, his abilities paled in comparison to his horrific talent for infiltration.

The Sorcerer Demon King dared not harbor any murderous intent.

Yang Fei's instincts were too sharp.

The moment he harbored hostility towards him, Yang Fei would instantly sense danger and manage to locate him.

The Sorcerer Demon King had always locked onto Mi Xuan.

Only this delicate girl would fail to sense the presence of the Sorcerer Demon King.

There was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground; the Sorcerer Demon King chain-smoked one cigarette after another.

The Sorcerer Demon King was convinced that Mi Xuan was very important to Yang Fei.

He planned to target Mi Xuan, using her as bait to set up an ambush and assassinate Yang Fei.

Yang Fei was too busy; he couldn't always be by Mi Xuan's side.

And just at this time, Mi Xuan's bodyguard, Mi Duo, was laid up in the hospital.

For the Sorcerer Demon King, this was an opportunity of a lifetime.

An hour later, Yang Fei finally released the violent energy within his body.

Yang Fei looked at Mi Xuan with pity.

"How are you feeling, better now?"

Mi Xuan obediently nodded, sighed, and wrapped her arms around Yang Fei's neck like a kitten.

"Fei, this is the second time now; being your woman really is bliss."

Yang Fei smiled proudly, gently stroking her hair.

"The first time in the jungle, I might have been too rough..."

Mi Xuan smiled faintly and playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"That wasn't rough; that was downright assault, a nightmare for me..."

As she spoke, she lowered her eyelids, showing a smile of happiness.

"But it's all in the past, after any pain, there comes a perfect ending."

Yang Fei felt deep remorse, gently stroked her hair, and sighed deeply.

At this moment, dusk fell, and the streetlights outside began to light up one by one.

Mi Xuan stretched lazily, struggling to get up and start getting dressed.

"Let's get up; Mi Duo is still in the hospital. I need to keep her company."

Yang Fei grunted affirmatively and got up.

Yang Fei's clothes were still wet.

But Mi Xuan, as if by magic, took out a cherry red casual suit from the wardrobe.

She shyly unfolded the neatly folded brand-new suit and held it up against Yang Fei, smiling slightly.

"Last time I went to France for a conference, I had Mr. Brown make you two suits while I was on the Champs-Elysées."

"I reported your height and measurements from memory, and it turned out to fit quite well."

Yang Fei was surprised, "This suit must be expensive, right?"

"Master Brown is a top French fashion designer."

"I've heard that he makes only one of each design."

Mi Xuan smiled faintly, opened the shirt, and helped Yang Fei put it on.

"One suit costs ninety-eight thousand Yuan. In my heart, you deserve the best."

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