"What did you say?" The thief looked at the white-robed young man with an expression that seemed to ask, "Are you stupid?" "Have you been infected by this crazy woman?"

The young master smiled, a smile that possessed a unique and alluring charm. "I'm sorry, you can't take her away."

"Heh... Interesting." The thief's expression darkened. "I'd like to see how a cripple like you plans to snatch the spoils from my hands."

The young master's slender fingers touched the rim of the teacup. With just a slight movement of his index finger, the teacup spun and flew straight towards the great thief.

The thief chuckled disdainfully, thinking he could easily catch it with a simple reach. But the closer the teacup got, the more he could sense the overwhelming internal force hidden within the whooshing sound. He quickly released his grip on the rope, drew his knife, and the blade shattered upon impact with the teacup. The teacup struck the thief's chest, sending him flying three steps before he collapsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Clutching his chest, he exclaimed, "Such powerful internal force... just who are you?!"

Feng Guang looked at the composed young man in white, speechless with shock. She had never expected that such a seemingly frail man would possess such formidable skills. Logically speaking, this notorious thief was no ordinary figure, yet he was utterly powerless against her.

The young master looked up at Feng Guang, a handsome smile spreading across his lips. He grabbed her wrist, and with a gentle pull, she spun around, sat on his lap, and fell into his arms. The ropes binding her hands quickly broke apart, and before she could react to this series of events, he pinched her chin.

He gently but firmly lifted her chin, lowered his head to bring his face close to hers, and whispered, "What's your name?"

“Xia Fengguang…” Her mind went blank, and she uttered her name in a daze.

“The scenery…” he murmured, then smiled gently, “My name is Zhou Xing. Remember this name, because from today onwards, you are my possession.”

His appearance was still gentle, and the corners of his smiling eyes were gently upturned, yet he had an added touch of devilish charm.

Feng Guang's heart skipped a few beats. She pointed blankly at the other side, where the notorious thief was still lying on the ground, "That person..."

“Ignore him,” he whispered. “Fengguang, I love the feeling of you kissing me. Let’s do it again.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her lips. Unlike her previous light kiss, this was a real kiss, a... passionate and lingering kiss.

Two lunatics!

The thief stood up from the ground and, taking advantage of their inattention, used his injured body to fly over the high wall with his lightness skill. As soon as he landed, several knives were pressed against his neck.

The female constable in the lead was dashing and said, "It came to us so easily. We've been searching high and low for you, and you just showed up on your own."

The thief's face turned ashen. He finally understood why the man had ignored him and let him escape; it turned out that the man had known all along that a large crowd had gathered outside.

The thief outside the wall was furious, while the thief inside was secretly delighted by the sights.

After the kiss, Zhou Xing's lips brushed against her ear, and he whispered, "You have a strange smell..."

She retorted angrily, "I shower every day!"

“No, that’s not it.” He laughed. “You have a strange scent… There’s a strange attraction to you, and I’m tempted to sleep with you.”

His first sentence was fine, but his second sentence made him sound like a philandering scoundrel.

He was still a refined and gentle rogue.

Fengguang's heart pounded even harder.