"Miss Youmeng! Let's talk this through, where are you taking me?" Even though Lin Suqing was immobilized by the whip and dragged out, his chin almost tucked into his neck, he still tried to reason, "I'm waiting for someone. If a guest arrives and I'm not there, wouldn't that be rude?"
Youmeng's face darkened. Suddenly she seemed disdainful and somewhat regretful. She stopped her cloud, retracted the whip swiftly around her arm, and turned around abruptly to gaze at Lin Suqing, who lay on the cloud above her.
She coldly stared at Lin Suqing as he slightly furrowed his brows and twisted his wrist, looking as feeble as a delicate scholar, slowly getting up by pressing on the cloud.
"There's no need to hide your true strength from me. I know it."
Lin Suqing, who had just risen, was caught off guard. Could it be that she had seen through him? He lowered his eyes and fixed his gaze on the cloud under his feet, pretending to be terrified and unsteady, swaying back and forth.
