"In the end," she said calmly, "repeat every word of it to Miss Yage Sylvia."
"Miss Luojia, I think we should kill first..." An Su was still thinking about killing, but before he could finish his sentence, he froze, his pupils slightly dilating.
He dared not move anymore, the Cang Lan Holy Sword he was holding turned into specks of starlight and dissipated from his fingertips.
Because Miss Luojia took a step forward, then she tiptoed.
She was holding An Su's hand, her pale fingers moved up along the boy's arm, the cool and soft touch, like fluffs drifting from An Su's chest, then landed on his neck, cascading from front to back, and finally both soft hands clasped together at the nape of his neck, the delicate fingers intertwining into a lock.
"Mr. An Su, it is I who am by your side now, it is I who hold your hand," Miss Luojia's snowy eyes stared at the young man, "Do not gaze at others. Do not think of others."
"That would be very rude."
