Was he a man who cherished women? Of course not. He was simply injured, and his rising body temperature was warning him to find a place to rest. Unfortunately, the young lady didn't know this. Of course, it was her luck that she didn't know, as it saved her from having any thoughts of running away. Otherwise, she would have a sword mark on her neck.
The man closed his eyes, but only pretended to sleep; he did not allow himself to fall into a deep sleep. However, slowly, his consciousness began to become somewhat blurred.
It wasn't until a soft, cool little hand touched his forehead that he realized he had become sluggish. He hadn't even noticed a woman who didn't know martial arts approaching him. He forced himself to stay awake and heard the girl running outside. Feeling rather helpless, he didn't open his eyes, but the sword in his hand was already drawn, revealing a hint of cold light. However, the approaching footsteps quickly made him put the sword back.
This time, a damp handkerchief was placed on his forehead, cool and refreshing, which inevitably made him feel extremely comfortable. His breathing became slow and long. When people feel comfortable, they can't help but relax, which is a human flaw.
The morning sun arrives as promised, accompanied by the chirping of birds. March mornings are perfect for sleeping in. Even after opening your eyes, you just want to lie there a little longer without doing or thinking about anything.
He leaned against the wall and slowly turned his head to look at the girl curled up in the corner. She was still asleep. Her carefully styled hair was quite messy, and her expensive clothes were dirty. She was barefoot, and her ten clean and round toes looked even more adorable against the backdrop of straw. Her shoes and socks were placed by the fire. Last night, in the darkness, a clumsy person accidentally stepped into the water.
He stopped looking at her, looked away, raised his hand to remove the damp handkerchief from his forehead, stared at the now-extinguished fire, lost in thought, or perhaps not thinking at all.
A few moments later, the people who were sleeping in were finally woken up by the birds’ chatter.
Good morning, Miss Xia.
The moment she opened her eyes, before Feng Guang could even process the man's radiant smile, he threw a handkerchief at her face.
"Go wash your eyes, they're sleepy," he said with a smile.
Feng Guang's expression froze, and she almost picked up a stone from the side and threw it at him. She snorted heavily, walked barefoot to the fire, put on her shoes and socks, turned to him again and snorted, then went to the stream in front of the dilapidated temple to wash her face.
He stroked his chin. "Tsk, so she's not without a temper after all."
Nonsense, everyone has a temper, okay?!
They walked through the woods in just a few tens of minutes and arrived at a place called Tongcheng. But as soon as they entered the city, they found a wanted poster on the city gate.
"A large reward is offered for information leading to the arrest of a spy from Guangliu Kingdom who has taken a noblewoman hostage. Anyone who provides information will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold." The wanted poster also included portraits of the two spies.
Feng Guang glanced at it from afar and had to admit that the painter's portrait was quite lifelike. However, there was no portrait of her. It made sense, though. If the world knew that the kidnapped noblewoman was her, her reputation would be completely ruined. She glanced at the people around her, wanting to ask for help, but unfortunately, she had been silenced by acupressure and her wrist pulse had been gripped by him.
"The Ghost King is really efficient." Even at a time like this, he still had the mind to praise the enemy. "Miss Xia, it seems we need to disguise ourselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually smeared some ash from the wall and smeared it all over her face, turning her fair complexion into a comical, smeared mess.
She glared at him angrily. What kind of disguise was this? Were they taking advantage of her because she couldn't fight back?!
Yes, they're just taking advantage of the fact that you can't fight back.
His smiling eyes clearly conveyed this meaning.
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