BANG!
Bai Yujian's eyes shot open. Perfect, she thought, expecting Su Xiaobai to be out cold. But the bastard was gone.
Her brows furrowed. "Did I… hit too hard?"
"No. You hit too light."
"!!!"
The voice behind her sent a chill down her spine. Before she could turn, she felt it—his hand wrapping snugly around her neck, like he was testing how far he could squeeze before she'd pop.
"If not for this invincible body of mine," Su Xiaobai murmured, his tone mocking, "I should be halfway to reincarnation, not standing here, wondering why my Peak Lord is groping me like a desperate widow—nice 'love tap,' by the way."
Bai Yujian froze. What the hell? He was supposed to be unconscious, utterly unaware of her… inspection. Instead, here he was, not only conscious but standing smugly behind her, alive enough to mock her.
"Peak Lord," Su Xiaobai's voice turned evil, "since when did cultivation require assaulting your disciple's dignity?"
