With a sheepish laugh, Wang Xiaoshuai changed the subject, "Xiaoya, after I'm gone, you should focus on your studies, understand?"
"Brother Xiaoshuai, I... I can't bear to be without you. Even though I know you're a big bad guy, but... but I still like you, what should I do?" Zhao Xiaoya said with reluctance, her eyes filled with shyness.
Wang Xiaoshuai was taken aback; he had never expected Zhao Xiaoya to like him this much.
He still remembered how, when he was nearly killed by Liu Degui for rescuing Zhao Xiaoying, Zhao Xiaoya had spoken up for him. And at that time, he had already reserved a place for her in his heart.
Only, he hadn't expected Zhao Xiaoya's affection to reach such an extent. In a moment of secret delight, he also felt the weight on his shoulders increasing.
Before he could gather his thoughts, suddenly, a jumble of footsteps came from not far away, along with a series of shouting voices.