Chapter 674

High in the thin, freezing air, Zero held Fenger close, as if plummeting toward the abyss of death. If Fenger had been able to speak at that moment, he undoubtedly would have uttered some ridiculous nonsense to Zero again, something along the lines of, "Junior Sister, remember you owe Senior Brother your life. If you can't pay it back, you'll just have to offer me your hand in marriage," or perhaps, "Paparazzi have their heroic moments too. In a crisis, a sturdy man is the most reliable one. Junior Sister, if you manage to survive, be sure to spread Senior Brother's heroic deeds all across the college," or maybe, "Junior Sister, your body is so soft. I'll give you ninety-nine points, and the only flaw is that your pectoral muscles aren't quite big enough..." Yet Fenger was far too heavily injured. He opened his mouth, but not a single sound came out; all he could manage was a strained, manly smile toward Zero—even if that smile looked far uglier than weeping.