I'm done for—I'm going to be disfigured! As the ground rushed closer and closer to her face, Shi Xiangyun's mind went blank. She even forgot that she knew martial arts.
Yet the agonizing pain she had imagined never came. After a long while, Shi Xiangyun opened her eyes and discovered that she had stopped just inches above the ground. She stiffly turned her head and saw a steady, powerful arm clamped around her waist.
"Put me down right now!" Thinking of how that man had touched her body, Shi Xiangyun seemed to suffer an immense shock and began struggling desperately.
"Are you sure?" Song Qingshu asked coldly.
"Let go of me!"
The scene of him humiliating her at the Beggar's Clan surfaced in Shi Xiangyun's mind. She had long sworn that she would never let that man touch her again.
"Oh." Song Qingshu did not waste words with her and simply released his hold. The woman in his arms naturally fell to the ground.
"Ow!" Shi Xiangyun cried out miserably. Fortunately, she was not far from the ground by then. It hurt when she landed, but she was not truly injured.
"Those dead girls are always chattering away and driving me crazy, yet they all disappear when it matters." Shi Xiangyun rubbed her aching backside as she looked toward where her maids were. She knew they would be useless against this demon's martial arts, but having familiar people nearby would at least make her feel safer.
"Don't bother looking. I struck their Sleep Acupoints and put them out." Song Qingshu seemed to see through her thoughts and spoke coldly.
"What do you want?" Shi Xiangyun hugged herself with both arms, backing away as she watched him warily.
Seeing how tense she was, Song Qingshu could not help laughing inwardly. "Relax.