"Cuddles?" crooned Si Dong as he approached me. Cheng Bo Jing was standing in front of me, still frozen from when I had suddenly rejected him, and Rip was holding me from behind. I was surrounded, not able to move an inch.
I should be freaking out with so many people around, but I was just so happy that the majority of them weren't dead.
"Yeah?" I replied, turning my head to look at him.
"Who is Zhong Yong Zheng?" he asked, looking down at me concerned.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "That was what Bai Long Qiang had called him."
Everyone's head spun around to where the man was standing in front of the couch. His eyes widened, and he started shaking his head.
"Kitten, I don't know anyone by that name," he said, holding up his hands.
