Xu Qing had nothing to say in response.
If it were a well-bred young lady holding an embroidery needle, or some maid, she might have wailed or supported him in taking a concubine or two.
But this was a female bandit... oh, a heroine sounds better.
Roaming in the world of jianghu, repaying kindness and vengeance, there was still time to regret before touching her leg. At that time, she still cherished the favor he had done for her, naive about love, and she would have needed some alcohol in her before she could bring herself to kiss him.
After the matters were clarified, and after tongues and legs had been tasted and played with, there was no longer any room for regret.
In Jiang He's mind, this probably equated to an engagement.
"Now it's too early to say too much, people's thoughts are always changing, especially you, changing every day."
