The Devil's Law: Pampering the Revengeful Girl

Xiaoqi looked at her classmate on the ground with a black line on her face. Nowadays, girls' legs go weak when they see handsome guys. Yuhan blinked innocently, took her hand, and followed the directions given by the classmate, walked to the door of Class 1A.

There was no one in the classroom. The two looked at each other and wondered if the empty classroom had all been moved to the school gate.

"Let's find a seat." Yuhan, carrying a shoulder bag, walked towards the back of the classroom.

She chose a window seat, the very last one in the last row, clearly indicating that she had her eye on that sofa! Xiaoqi followed and sat down at the top. Just as she sat down, the school bell rang, and a large group of students rushed into the classroom, jostling and pushing each other.

Yuhan glanced lazily at the doorway before reclining on the sofa with her feet on the table and her eyes closed. Xiaoqi rested her chin on her hand and tilted her head, looking at the doorway.

"what……"

"what……"

Two students who had just walked in screamed in surprise at the sight and instinctively backed away. Their seats had been taken, and these two were in big trouble! Yuhan, who was lying on the sofa, frowned but did not open her eyes.

The two students were very surprised but said nothing and quietly walked back to their seats.

As the students walked into the classroom one by one, they all looked at Xiaoqi and Yuhan with sympathetic eyes.

Xiao Qi was also puzzled. Young Master Ye? Could he be that germaphobe? Xiao Qi glanced at Yu Han, feeling a little uneasy, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

"Night, it seems your seat has been taken." A very magnetic voice rang out from the doorway, and the whole class stood up straight.

Fen Ziye frowned, but his gaze had already drifted to his seat in the last row. Sure enough, a person wearing the same school uniform as him was lying on his sofa. A chill suddenly rose, and some students in the classroom were so scared that they hid under their desks.

Young Master Ye is a ruthless killer.

Fen Ziye strode forward, his light purple hair blowing in the wind outside the window, revealing his handsome face. His dark, gloomy eyes stared straight at Yu Han, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He stretched out his hand, exuding murderous intent, but Xiao Qi stepped in front of him without saying a word: "Classmate Ye, my young master is resting... I hope you won't disturb him."

Xiao Qi looked at Fen Ziye with a friendly expression. His dark eyes darkened, like beautiful night-shining pearls, but his voice lowered, and his cold voice carried a hint of impatience: "Get lost."

"Ye, I hope you won't disturb my young master." Xiao Qi stood there firmly and said each word clearly.

Fen Ziye frowned but took a step back. Just when Xiao Qi thought everything was alright, she felt her feet leave the ground.

Fen Ziye threw Xiao Qi away expressionlessly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and took a wet wipe from his pocket to wipe his hands.