Several days passed after Wu Fei attempted to murder Wu Jian. He had recovered from his injuries nicely and was back to training like normal, though Hou Jingshu had been hovering around him a lot more than usual. She never outright expressed her worry like Wu Meiying did. However, he had noticed that she was looking at him a lot more.
On the other hand, Wu Meiying had constantly asked him how he was feeling and loved getting into his personal space. If he didn’t know any better, he would have said she was using his injuries as an excuse to touch him. She had been a lot more handsy than usual.
That day had started just like any other, with some strength training and sparring before they cleaned themselves off and headed to the dining hall for breakfast. A young man stepped in front of the
