Jian Shichu had no way with her, tousling her head and wrapping his arms around her, leading her on a leisurely stroll through the back garden.
Ye Qingci, her mind on the assassin's words, wandered absent-mindedly, taking slow, deliberate steps.
Jian Shichu soothed her back, "Counting ants?"
Ye Qingci turned her head to look at him, smiling radiantly, "No, just thinking about what the killer said."
"What's there to think about?" Jian Shichu said indifferently, "I mean what I say, I will definitely bring that woman before him so he can watch with his own eyes,
how I'll flay her, one slice at a time."
"That's not what you said just now," Ye Qingci laughed as she looked at him, "What you said was, make that woman watch as your man castrates him one slice at a time."
"Just deceiving him," Jian Shichu ruffled her head again, "Though the man has violated my taboo, he's got a strong backbone and didn't disgrace himself as a man, I won't cut off his life-root."
