Too Much!

Su Xishui folded her arms and gave Bai Yang a sidelong look, wearing an expression that said, "Go ahead and make something up. I'll believe you—I'm a pig."

Bai Yang scratched his head hard, his face twisted in distress. He and Su Xishui were good buddies, good friends, and the worst part was that she knew his wife and seemed to get along with her pretty well. So what was he supposed to do now that she'd caught him red-handed? Help wanted, urgently...

The mood turned a little awkward. Little Cat, who had been standing silently nearby, looked at Bai Yang, then at Su Xishui's "strange outfit." After a brief moment of thought, she stepped forward and stood in front of Bai Yang. She met Su Xishui's eyes, her voice cool. "Are you threatening my young master?"

With Little Cat standing so close, Su Xishui's heart gave a violent thump, even though Little Cat's face was calm. Su Xishui had survived countless bloody battles, crawling out of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, yet Little Cat made her feel as if she were facing a sleeping dragon that could tear her to shreds with a single sneeze!

The fear of a great mountain bearing down on her made every hair on Su Xishui's body stand on end. Her whole body tensed, and goosebumps covered her skin.

And yet, as if by some mysterious force, she felt she couldn't retreat, couldn't show weakness. There was no reason for it—at least, Su Xishui couldn't find one. Or perhaps she simply didn't want to face the reason deep down?

She arched an eyebrow and quietly drew a breath before facing Little Cat. Straightening up, she smiled. "You call him your young master? I didn't know Bai Yang was into that sort of