"Kid, remember in your next life not to stare at trouble that isn't yours!"
The club came down with a howling rush of wind, aimed straight at Lin Xuan's crown. It was clearly meant to kill.
Cheng Ying was barely holding on when she suddenly saw someone in danger. Looking closely, she realized it was the scholar from the teahouse earlier that day.
"Watch out, sir!"
At that moment, her kind heart left her no time to consider her own safety.
She could have taken advantage of the instant one opponent left the formation, creating a gap through which she could escape, but she did not.
With a tap of her toes, she forcefully changed direction like a green butterfly, leaving her back completely exposed as she borrowed the momentum to dart toward Lin Xuan.
"Run!"
Cheng Ying gave a sharp cry and was already standing before Lin Xuan.
She reached out with her left hand and seized Lin Xuan's arm, intending to pull him away from the spiked club crashing down on his head.
Her hand was soft and cool, yet it carried a firm strength.
In that instant, Lin Xuan looked into those bright eyes so close before him.
Her gaze was filled with anxiety and concern. Though she herself was already in danger, she was still worrying over a stranger she had never met before.
What a good girl...
Lin Xuan sighed inwardly, warmth rising in his heart.
Having Met a Gentleman, How Could One Not Be Glad
The spiked club was already within three feet of his head.
Cheng Ying tried to pull Lin Xuan away, only to discover that this scholar was as immovable as a mountain.
"You..."
She looked up in astonishment and met Lin Xuan's smiling eyes.
There was not the slightest trace