Freya shivered involuntarily, puzzled by what it was, when Xia Feng's right hand suddenly rose again, roughly lifting her delicate chin.
A soft laugh, layered with male and female voices, echoed in her ears, carrying a sense of aloofness and chill, "Heh~ The feel is quite good, just a bit droopy."
"?!!" Freya felt that Xia Feng seemed unfamiliar at this moment, and out of nowhere flashed the image of Mu's gentle and handsome face, along with those calm golden eyes she disliked.
Xia Feng was somewhat helpless; although he had control over the body, most of his immense spiritual power originated from Mu Qingtong, which allowed Mu Qingtong to briefly seize control.
He quickly regained control of the body, slightly easing the grip on Ms. Fu's chin, while glancing at the distant wheelchair youth whose indifferent expression was gradually darkening.
"Lord Yeli Dong, you certainly can choose not to believe my identity."
