That single, frivolous touch had already made Shi Chun a dead man in her eyes.
Since he was already a dead man, there was no reason to waste him when she could put him to use.
The main issue was that making promises she could not keep would hardly be appropriate. Of all the people he could have asked to take a disciple, he had chosen Situ Gu. He certainly knew how to pick them. Even the Heavenforging Sect itself could barely compel Situ Gu in this matter, let alone an outsider.
Of course, if she truly insisted, it was not impossible to arrange.
The problem was that making a big commotion over something like this would look bad. It was beneath her dignity.
Still, she caught the finger Shi Chun was withdrawing between three of her own and warned him, "This finger is precious now. You'd better take good care of it."
Shi Chun grinned. Touching her once had made it precious?
So he teased, "A noble body indeed. Shall I soak up a little more of your nobility?"
His other hand really did reach casually toward her thigh.
Smack! A crisp, ringing sound.
Having released his finger, the Red-Clad Woman slapped away the paw trying to cop a feel.
His earlier liberties had caught her off guard, when she had not been watching for them. Now that she was on her guard, how could she possibly let him succeed again?
The blow was not merely loud; it burned fiercely, as though a whip had lashed him. Grimacing in pain, Shi Chun stood and retreated two steps, shaking his hand incessantly as he accused her, "Are you trying to murder your own husband?"
Her own husband? The Red-Clad Woman simply filtered out the frivolous words, her expression unchanged. She