The petite lady hopped onto Ling's back and fixed a vigilant gaze on Second Young Sir. Despite her diminished size, there was no awkwardness in staying close to Qin Xin. Emotionally, however, she remained unwilling to engage in any intimate contact. Allowing him to touch her head was already pushing the limits for Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao!
Second Young Sir Qin looked at her helplessly and acquiesced, "Alright then."
Think you can object? Qiao Mu shot him a glance, tugging at Ling's hair with her petite hand. "Hurry up and leave."
Ling cried out, "Hey, don't pull my hair!"
"Who said I pulled your hair?" The little lady's small hand suddenly stiffened, retracting with a snort.
"Qiaoqiao, are you planning to let me halfway up the cliff before pulling back the vines and letting me fall?" Ling, carrying the young lady, jumped down from the cliff, gripping the green vines released by Qiao Mu.
