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Li Su's expression stiffened slightly, his face turning exceedingly strange. The other woman looked utterly serious; if his mind had not reacted quickly enough, he might well have answered honestly just now.
He still remembered their first meeting: she had been aloof and indifferent, cold air spilling from her body, utterly unapproachable to strangers—freezing to the extreme.
How had everything changed all at once now?
Where was her character setting?
No, where was your dragon setting?
Looking at Kong Qing in the other woman's arms, he could clearly see her body twitching involuntarily.
Obviously, she was awake. It was just that her injuries were rather severe, and more importantly, the previous battle had drained her too greatly, leaving her unable to speak. Thus, upon hearing that, her emotions grew somewhat agitated, and it felt as though even her injuries had worsened considerably.
It made sense. She had been heavily wounded and tainted by evil aura, yet the first thing her own sister said was not to ask Li Su to save her, but to ask his name. Who could possibly take that?
At any other time, she would probably have leapt up at once, sliced off her robe on the spot, and sworn to the heavens that all ties of gratitude and affection were severed.
Ao Qiong seemed to realize something herself. At this moment, her pretty face was a little flushed and a little embarrassed. She wanted nothing more than to give herself two hammer blows, find a hole, crawl into it, and bury herself.
It was all the dragon race's genes causing trouble. Their resistance to beautiful and powerful things was simply too poor—directly below zero. It was serious enough to affect her brain and twist her tranquil state of mind.
You tell me, being strong was