บท 481: Passionate kiss

Just as the tension between voyeur and subject reached its peak, a shadow cast its ominous presence over the peeping observer. In the darkness of the night, it appeared as a malevolent demon, but as it drew closer, its true form revealed itself—a fierce, formidable man. His eyes trembled with fear when he recognised who it was. "Youn... youn... young mast," he stammered. Luo Muchen's anger flared like a burning fire and he lunged forward, his leg striking the peeping pervert's chest with a swift and powerful kick.

The pervert caught off guard, tumbled backwards, crashing a few feet away with a resounding thud. Qie Xieling heard the commotion, he turned his attention towards the bushes. Before he could figure it out, a familiar outer robe was draped over his body.