When Zhao Lifei walked towards the busy streets ready to hail down a cab, a hand suddenly grabbed her. She turned around, ready to tell Yang Feng off, but then she noticed his abnormally pale skin. Cold beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and his eyes were unfocused.
"Hey, are you alright?" She nervously asked him, allowing him to lean towards her frail stature. Zhao Lifei nearly tripped over her own feet as she tried to support his muscular build.
Yang Feng didn't respond, instead, he buried his head on the crook of her neck. She looked down and saw his eyes were painfully squeezed together. His grip was beginning to get tighter now, nearly pinching her skin.
A few meters away and securely hidden behind a big statue was a paparazzi. He was just strolling through the streets when his keen eyes picked up the reputable Yang Feng. His luck was exceptionally good today because he was able to take a very intimate picture of the couple.
