Lu Xiaoqing's face was pale, her eyes filled with resentment as she glared at the laughing Wang Xuanlong and his cohorts.
"Qing, my brothers and I bear no ill intent, please don't misunderstand." Wang Xuanlong, slightly lean, tried to reassure her with a laugh.
The other two laughed along unabashedly, clearly following Wang Xuanlong's lead.
Lu Xiaoqing met Wang Xuanlong's gaze without fear: "No matter what, I will not let you have your way, even if it means death!"
Wang Xuanlong's smile froze, replaced by a cold sneer: "Lu, I simply fell in love at first sight. Why are you acting this way? Do you think I'm unworthy of you?"
"Lu Xiaoqing, our Brother Wang likes you, that's an honor. Do you know how many female disciples in the Martial Sect long for Brother Wang's affection?" One of the young men beside Wang Xuanlong spoke up.
Lu Xiaoqing's chest heaved with rage and she turned to retreat into the house.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xuanlong grabbed her wrist, yanking her back.
