Jiang He stamped his feet twice in indignation, then hurried after them.
He had to keep his little sister safe. He couldn't let her be deceived by a man who never dared show his face and might be hideously ugly.
Watching Jiang He's hurrying figure, Qian Miao couldn't help scratching his head.
Seriously, why did the look in Jiang He's eyes just now remind him a little of that idiot Qian Yan?
Jiang Yourning had pulled Qing Qianxue along for some distance before she belatedly turned her head and asked, "Oh, right. Which direction did you say the entrance to the secret passage was in?"
"East, near the Taoist Temple's main hall," Qing Qianxue said slowly. "You... took me the wrong way."
"..."
Uh... I'm dying of embarrassment.
Why didn't you say something earlier, you brat? Were you deliberately watching me make a fool of myself?
But if we're going the wrong way, we should be heading west right now. We just need to turn around. Okay, we're fine.
"Oh, then let's go."
Jiang He hurried over and planted himself right in front of them, each word squeezed out through his back teeth. "Jiang Yourning, let go this instant! What do you think you're doing, holding a man's hand in the middle of the night? Don't you know men and women shouldn't touch?"
Jiang Yourning looked down at her hand, then at the cool, smooth wrist she was holding.
Then she promptly let go.
Oh, that was careless!
Still, though Qing Qianxue's body temperature is a little lower than most people's, he really does take good care of himself.
*Damn it, now I'm remembering how lean he looks dressed and how muscular he is undressed. And that skin... even bathing in milk every day couldn't give you skin like that,