Gu Yanfei touched her neck and reached out again. "Young Master Xia Hou, do you want to sit down? Let's talk slowly."
Without waiting for Xia Houqing to answer, she sat down on the original stone table and placed her short sword on the stone table.
Her every move was calm, carefree, and magnanimous, as if the dispute just now did not exist at all or as if they had just been joking.
However, the red finger marks on her fair neck were so glaring.
Xia Houqing slowly turned around. His wide sleeves and clothes danced with his movements, fluttering and wanting to fly. He had a gorgeous and ostentatious temperament.
Xia Houqing also returned to the stone bench and sat down. The two of them sat opposite each other again on both sides of the stone table.
They were both smiling, each with their own thoughts.
Xia Houqing took out a plain white handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped his right hand that had strangled Gu Yanfei's neck.
