บท 577: A Duel?

Feng Wu could be a little obsessive at times.

If 1000 books had to be memorized, the thought of leaving one unread would keep her awake at night.

Right now, she still had ten more to go out of the extra 10,000 books on the reading list… and she was overwhelmed with anxiety.

"Put me down…" I need to go read…

Feng Wu was almost in tears.

But Jun Linyuan moved as fast as a streak of lightning, even with Feng Wu over his shoulder, as if she was no heavier than a doll.

Wind rushed down Feng Wu's throat whenever she tried to speak, so she eventually stopped trying, for there was no point.

About an hour later, Feng Wu realized that the wind had stopped blowing and Jun Linyuan had stopped running.

"Put me down! Now!" Feng Wu pounded his back with her little fists.

This time, His Royal Highness, the emotionless iceberg, finally did as told. He put Feng Wu down on the ground.

When he saw Feng Wu's disheveled hair —