Song Qingshu blinked and answered solemnly, "Believe it or not, miss, you'd better be able to put your eyes back in after digging them out."
"This lady can do more than put your eyes back. Even if I kill you, I can bring you back to life. Want to give it a try?" The slight upward curve of the girl's lips showed that she was struggling to suppress her laughter.
"No need, no need." As he spoke, Song Qingshu pinched the tip of her sword between his fingers and moved it aside.
The girl clearly had no real intention of hurting him. She sheathed her sword along with the motion. "What, did my sister shut you down, so you came here looking for more humiliation?"
"You saw that?" Song Qingshu froze.
The girl was naturally Fu Junyu of Goryeo. Objectively speaking, her face was even more delicate and beautiful than her sister Fu Junzhuo's. However, Fu Junzhuo possessed a uniquely cold, proud, and noble air. All things considered, the two sisters each had their own charm, like Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum.
Fu Junyu snorted. "I saw you coming from my sister's place from a long way off, looking all shifty-eyed."
Song Qingshu was truly depressed. Was his demeanor really that bad now? It had to be because Jia Baoyu looked too effeminate and gave people that impression. Yes, that had to be it.
"You needn't waste your efforts. I have nothing to tell you either." Fu Junyu turned and left at once, her slender figure graceful and alluring.
Her tone was not as coldly rejecting as Fu Junzhuo's, so Song Qingshu hurried after her. "Little miss, don't go. Please, help me out. As long as you help me, I'll do anything you ask."
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