The two of them tumbled to the ground, grunting.
Cheng Xiu groaned and looked around her. Just as she was about to shout at Crow for his damned action, she realized that the ground had changed into a bed with golden borders on the hem.
A woman with horns on her forehead appeared before her in a flash.
"Greetings, My Lady," the woman said to Cheng Xiu with a deep bow. "It is ready."
What? Cheng Xiu stared at the woman in confusion. What is ready? Who was this woman? And where the hell was that damned walking neon light! Once I get my hands on him, he is dead!
The horned woman looked at her from the corner of her eyes, keeping her bowed head as it was.
Cheng Xiu started. "Right. Get up. I am not in the mood for formalities."
The woman let out a sigh and then stepped forwards.
