"Um, if I said I had no malicious intentions, would you believe it?"
The woman smiled a smile she thought was amiable.
Of course Zhang Huan did not believe it. The other person had already climbed up to strip off his roof tiles, and it looked like she was about to make a move on him.
Seeing Zhang Huan's vigilant expression, she raised her brows again, her face slumping into a bitter expression, as if she had put in effort only to reap ingratitude.
"That is to say, I have no malice; I really just happened to see you."
"Then what are you doing right now, sneaking around peeking? At a mortal like me?"
Zhang Huan slowly got up from the heated brick bed, picked up a wooden stick that had been placed beside the bed for a while, and raised his chin to question her.
Although a section of wooden stick had no lethality to cultivators, it was different once covered with Source Art Dao patterns. Briefly drawn by hand, it could become harder than refined iron in a short time.
At the same time, it could also show his guard. If the other person was truly as she claimed, they would maintain a safe distance and explain things clearly to him.
Otherwise, his club would show no mercy!
The woman looked as though she had been stumped by his question, instantly struck dumb and not knowing how to reply.
"I—I came to protect you. Mm!"
Knowing that she was not very convincing, the tone of her speech grew weak, her voice as fine as a mosquito, and the final mm sounded more like she was cheering herself on.
"How are you protecting me? By peeking?"
Zhang Huan let out a cold snort, gripping the club in his hand