Hu Xiaotian looked at Yan Nujiao, then at Yan Boguang. Either he left them to die, or, if he had to choose one of the two to save, it could only be Yan Nujiao. She really was quite beautiful. He remembered the first time he had seen her, wearing a miniskirt that revealed a pair of long, lovely legs, her emerald-green eyes twinkling. She had truly taken his breath away. But admiration was one thing; doing that with her in her present condition was hardly honorable. It smacked of taking advantage of her distress.
Seeing that Hu Xiaotian was still hesitating, Yan Nujiao gazed at him through the darkness with her emerald-green eyes. "Lord Hu, I know I am ugly and lowborn. I have no designs on you, either. I am not Han, and I don't have all the rules and notions you Han people do. Even if you take pity on me, I will never use this to cling to you. You needn't take any responsibility, and I won't threaten to kill myself or insist on remaining faithful to you for life. Rest assured, I will still find someone I truly love and marry him."
Hearing how open-minded she was, Hu Xiaotian felt she thought exactly like a modern woman. If the young woman herself could take such a broad view of this, why was he being so precious about it? Was he really going to leave her to die? "We Han believe men and women should avoid physical contact," he said, "but I can't bear to watch you and your brother die like this. Still..." He looked up at the mouth of the well, troubled. "We can't do it right here, can we? Your second brother is beside us..."
Yan Nujiao knew he had finally agreed to save