"Miss, isn't this a bit ungrateful of you?" Song Qingshu glanced at the dagger against his neck. It glinted with a cold, ghostly light. It was clearly a blade that could cut through iron like mud; if used to slit someone's throat, it could sever it in one silent stroke.
"Ungrateful?" The young woman was so furious that she laughed instead, unable to speak for a moment.
"Isn't it?" Song Qingshu said solemnly. "Those people were clearly chasing you. You forced me into this, yet not only did I not blame you, I repaid wrongdoing with kindness and helped cover for you. In the end, I successfully fooled them into leaving. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"Thank you?" The young woman grew annoyed. "Those people were no match for me. Did I need you to save me?"
"Now that's strange." Song Qingshu looked puzzled. "If they were no match for you, why were you hiding? And why did you hide in a strange man's bed?"
"I..." The young woman had wanted to say that killing those pursuers would have been easy, but doing so would completely expose her whereabouts and draw even stronger enemies. It was better to hide for the time being. For one thing, those people were not sure whether she had truly gone in this direction; for another, eager to claim credit, they would not notify their other companions. But on second thought, such secrets were not something she could tell an outsider.
Seeing her at a loss for words, Song Qingshu said, "Nothing to say now, right?" As he spoke, he lightly touched a strand of hair to her dagger, and it instantly split in two. He could not help adding, "This blade really can cut hair with a breath. Could you move it a little