Suddenly, Ouyang Meili began to cry softly.
Her burning cheeks were pressed against Shen Zhou's back as she murmured, "Shen Zhou, I don't know how to thank you enough. If it weren't for you, today I would have been terribly bullied by Sha Feiyang and his master."
"If it weren't for you, Lan Qingyun would have surely perished at the hands of the assassin."
"Even though she called me, asking me to hurry and rescue her, given my condition at the time, I could only have died with her. You don't know how grateful I am, I don't even know how to thank you."
As she spoke, her crying intensified, "Just tell me how I can thank you. Whatever you ask me to do, I'll agree. I won't... I won't make you take responsibility."
The implication was very clear.
Shen Zhou frowned slightly.
As Ouyang Meili spoke these words, he again felt his soul trembling deeply, as if electrified.
It seemed...
