Chen Nan's movent froze in mid-air, a sharp displeasure flashing through his eyes like a knife gliding through a cold pond, particularly glaring in the dim room.
The sound of pounding on the door from outside made the window lattices tremble, causing the veins on Chen Nan's forehead to throb.
He never imagined anyone would dare to rudely interrupt his delight!
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
The scorching fla that had just ignited within him rampaged, and he suppressed it with all his strength beneath his tense muscles.
Shen Qinglan also awoke from a dazed state, her rosy lips puckered in discontent, her pearly teeth slightly biting down to leave a shallow mark.
The flush on her cheeks still held traces of passion, now tinged with annoyance: "Who's being such a buzzkill?"
"I'll go have a look!" Chen Nan said with frustration, grabbing his scattered jacket, the fabric rustling in the air.
As he strode towards the clinic door, his steps were so heavy that the floor seed to tremble slightly, revealing just how angry he was!
Not only was his mont of joy interrupted, but the forceful door-pounding felt very disrespectful, an offense to him!
As he swung the heavy wooden door open with a loud bang.
Blinding sunlight instantly poured in, casting a dazzling band of light on the bluestone floor.
Swirling dust rolled within the beam, outlining the silhouettes of the people outside the door.
A young woman in her twenties stood with her hands on her hips at the foot of the stairs, her black martial arts attire dull under the sunlight.
Her stance on tiptoe was like an unsheathed sword, exuding an aggressive aura from head to toe.
The sunlight cast a sharp shadow across her high nose bridge!
Behind her, over a dozen n in matching white martial arts attire ford a fan-like array, resembling a spread-out folding fan.
Their bronzed skin taut with muscle, their breathing strong and steady, temples slightly bulging, surrounded by the unique blood aura of martial artists. A faint rust-like sll perated the air.
"Who are you people?" Chen Nan's voice was ice-coated, his gaze sweeping coldly over the crowd, leaving behind a trail of frost wherever it landed.
"My na is Zhang Qingxue, from Zhang's Martial Arts Academy!" The woman lifted her chin, her high black ponytail forming a sharp arc in the wind, its ends brushing against her well-defined jawline.
The close-fitting martial arts gear perfectly outlined her powerful waistline, slightly rising and falling with her breath, the waist sash lightly fluttering in the breeze.
Chen Nan squinted, his thick lashes casting a shadow under his eyes: "And then?"
Zhang Qingxue snorted coldly, suddenly stepping forward half a step with her right foot.
With a crisp "snap
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