"Brother Zhen, how can you say that? I was just... just thinking of our well-being," Gu Qingyu's cheeks grew even hotter at Brother Zhen's words, and she couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Seeing through things without pointing them out, how could his perceptive heart not understand?
"I'm just reminding you not to bring us unnecessary trouble. We can't afford to provoke such people," Brother Zhen warned her blandly.
"Uh."
Gu Qingyu was momentarily at a loss for words.
Thinking of the corpses of the men in Black Clothes, she instinctively shuddered, feeling that the man suddenly lost his appeal.
She was just thinking, without taking any unwise actions. Besides, what if, during their journey, she was a bit more considerate and caring towards that man, and he started to have a favorable impression of her?
Who could be certain about such things?
"I understand, Brother," she replied, somewhat reluctantly.
"Brother Zhen, will he be coming back?" another male disciple asked.
