Just as the coachman predicted, his Madam, spoiled and pampered from birth, had only walked a few steps before being pulled back by Qin Longyun.
Chen Yiling tried to shake him off a few times without success, so she said irritably, "What are you, a plaster? Didn't I tell you I don't want to deal with you!"
Lord Qin's face turned momentarily ashen. Could he really be compared to a plaster?
Well... if that was the case, he would be a plaster, and an even stickier one at that.
With that, he reached out his long arm and trapped Chen Yiling in his embrace.
Chen Yiling wriggled twice, to no avail.
"Ling'er, stop making a fuss. I swear to the heavens, if I truly harbored any ill intentions, may I be struck by lightning and not die a peaceful death, okay?" Qin Longyun said earnestly.
Chen Yiling pushed Qin Longyun's hand away, annoyed, "Not okay!"
She detested such inauspicious remarks the most!
Because even if Qin Longyun really did something, she didn't want him to die!
