Zhu Zhuqing thought she had hidden it well, but how could that fleeting flash of panic in her eyes escape Yang Ming's Rinnegan?
Yang Ming struck while the iron was hot and firmly clasped Zhu Zhuqing's delicate hands.
Feeling the warmth radiating from Yang Ming's palms, Zhu Zhuqing trembled as though an electric current had passed through her. A feeling unlike anything she had experienced with Dai Mubai welled up within her.
"Zhu Zhuqing, I'll take good care of you. I won't let you suffer even the slightest injustice."
Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together. After several attempts to pull free of Yang Ming's hands proved futile, she simply turned her head aside, afraid to meet his burning gaze, lest one careless moment leave her falling into his embrace.
She knew Yang Ming possessed precisely that kind of charm.
Besides, Dai Mubai had only recently died, and Zhu Zhuqing still held him in her heart. She pushed against Yang Ming's chest with both hands and said:
"Yang Ming, there's no future for us. My heart and my body belong to Dai Mubai. Now that he's dead, I don't intend to marry for the rest of my life. I just want to spend my remaining years in peace."
Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes tightly. Her slightly upturned lashes trembled, betraying the turmoil within her.
At that moment, she was like a small, helpless animal, already a fish on the chopping block. Even if Yang Ming truly wanted to do something to her, she had no way to resist.
However, given Zhu Zhuqing's temperament, if Yang Ming really went further and crossed the line, she would certainly find an opportunity to kill herself to preserve her chastity.
Yang Ming smiled, released Zhu Zhuqing's hands, and said softly:
"Zhu Zhuqing, you're tired and