"Mighty warrior, could it be just my imagination, or do you look familiar? Have we met somewhere before?"
His body stiffened.
Lying on the ground, Black Eagle held his breath in fright, as if he'd stopped breathing entirely.
Dong Huiying couldn't help but want to laugh. "Get up, quick!" She nudged his calf with the tip of her foot. His body tense, his ears and neck turned beet red in no time, as if they had been boiled. Then, with frustration, he opened his eyes, glanced at her quickly, and hurriedly lowered his head as if terrified she would catch him sneaking a peek at her.
"Pfft."
Dong Huiying truly couldn't hold back her chuckle. That endearing nature was unmistakable; she would bet her bottom dollar he was someone she knew. Moreover, she smelled the golden sore medicine she had formulated on this man, and to date, only the brothers of the Liang family had used her concoction.
With a half-smile, she teased, "Ready for a round, hmm?"
He hesitated, then stiffly nodded.
