Looking at Saint Mother Yao Chi’s cute expression, Huang Xiaolong laughed softly, “Didn’t I say everything will be alright? In the future, no one can hit you.”

Because they were standing quite close, Saint Mother Yao Chi distinctly felt Huang Xiaolong’s wide muscular chest and the faint body heat passing through his robe, causing her heartbeat inexplicably quicken. She lightly nodded her head, too shy to look at Huang Xiaolong.

Even though there were others present such as Cao Yang and Zhuang Xuan, there was a distinct atmosphere between Huang Xiaolong and Saint Mother Yao Chi that excluded everything else.

Unknowingly, Saint Mother Yao Chi’s breathing quickened audibly as her body temperature rose, her scent that drilled into Huang Xiaolong’s nose became clearer, adding another layer to her charming aura.

Watching her, Huang Xiaolong...