Being stared at so straightforwardly by Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue,
Xia Feng felt a chill run up his scalp, a sense of shame as if stripped naked and his ugliness exposed struck his soul, making his temples throb.
This time he was truly at a loss. Taking a deep breath, he heavily knocked on the table, sneering coldly, "Mu Qingtong, do you dare to reveal the memory where I countered you in the end!"
The silver-haired witch glanced at him, not answering, just resting her chin and casually observing the two Holy Daughters, watching with interest as their expressions gradually turned strange.
Xia Feng turned his head suspiciously, only to realize that the two Holy Daughters were lowering their heads, their beautiful eyes fixated on his coccyx below his waist... their gazes were peculiar.
"!!!"
Xia Feng instinctively tightened his sacrum and pelvic bone, his eyelids twitching as he turned around: "You two, what are you thinking?"
"....."
