Murong Feiyan had wanted to give chase, but she could not muster a breath in her chest. Her legs went weak, her vision darkened, and she nearly fainted to the ground. She hurriedly planted her sword against the ground and only then steadied herself. Worried that the burglar might return, she looked up, only to see him leap onto the enclosing wall and vanish without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Hu Xiaotian had already untied the sack, revealing a pair of tender, gleaming white feet. The ankles were smooth and translucent, the toes like flower petals. Absorbed in admiring those lovely feet, he neglected Murong Feiyan beside him. Her delicate body swayed, and at last she could no longer remain standing. Thud! She collapsed to the ground.
Hu Xiaotian pulled the sack open and tipped out a beauty as lovely as flowers and jade. Who else could it have been but Le Yao? She lay motionless before him. The night rain was falling hard, and her clothes were soon soaked through. Hu Xiaotian picked her up, intending to carry her inside, and only then noticed that Murong Feiyan had also fallen into the mud.
This is bad, Hu Xiaotian thought. He wanted to call someone for help, but rejected the idea as soon as it occurred to him. With the wind and rain raging, most of the people in the Wan Residence were probably already asleep. Even if he called them over, it would do no good. Besides, how was he supposed to explain all this to the Wan Family? His most urgent task was to settle these two little beauties somewhere safe and make absolutely sure nothing went wrong.
Hu Xiaotian first carried Le Yao back to her room, then went outside again to pick up