Chapter 65
The warm sunlight shone down as a tall, robust man carried a petite woman on his back along a forest path, with countless eyes lurking in the shadows, following them closely.
The intense body heat radiated through the fabric as Yuan Qiong gently stroked Lin Qiang's neck. Her fair, almost translucent fingertips contrasted sharply with the man's honey-colored skin, and in an instant, her heart began to race.
"The bearded man..."
She moved her fingers to his Adam's apple, the most vulnerable and fatal spot on a man, which was now under her control, and his blood surged with each heartbeat.
"I'm a little scared..."
Lin Qiang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly beneath his fingers. Unseen by Yuan Qiong, his eyes darkened slightly: "What are you afraid of?"
What's there to be afraid of?
I'm afraid of you... but I'm even more afraid of myself...
Her slender, pale fingers moved upwards little by little until they pinched Lin Qiang's chin. Yuan Qiong's lips curled slightly, and her long, narrow fox-like eyes, reflected in the silvery-white snow, appeared icy: "Big black beard, is it that you'll do whatever I say?"
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"If I wanted..." She was stunned by her own thought before she could finish the sentence, "your life..."
Lin Qiang felt a tickle on his chin where she was pinching him, and he chuckled as he turned around: "What do you want?"
She used force to turn his jaw and looked him in the eye: "I want you to kill all the assassins in the forest. I don't like having eyes following me when I go out to play."
Yuan Qiong didn't know what she was trying to test. She believed the big bearded man, but at the same time, she couldn't help but want to confirm it again and again.
She tilted her head, staring into the man's dark eyes, and said with a pout, "Why don't you go and kill them?"
There were at least twenty, maybe forty, assassins behind them, all top-tier fighters sent by Yuwen Zhe. Even with Lin Qiang's exceptional martial arts skills, it was impossible for him to remain unscathed against such a group. Yuan Qiong knew this, and so did Lin Qiang.
"Is it good?" she asked.
If there is anyone in this world who understands Yuan Qiong's suspicious and fickle nature best, it must be Lin Qiang.
He stopped, put her down, lowered his head and gently touched her forehead with his lips, smiling as he replied, "Okay, wait for me here."
Layers of pristine white snow contrasted sharply with the man's neat cotton-linen robe. He possessed broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, slender legs. The robe, neither too thin nor too thick, could not conceal the powerful physique beneath. His sculpted features were deep yet gentle. He stood there simply, his aura restrained, appearing unassuming and unassuming. None of the people lurking in the shadows dared to make a move.
Just as he was about to turn around, Yuan Qiong reached out and grabbed the corner of his shirt, pursing her lips as she looked at him.
"What's wrong? Let go."
I don't want to loosen my grip; I want to hold on even tighter.
The woman, clad in a silver-white cloak, blended almost seamlessly with the snow, both equally cold and dazzling. She was the one who ordered him to kill, yet she was also the one unwilling to let go. She depended on him on one hand, and doubted him on the other.
She said, "Big Beard, do you remember that year when I pestered you to come down the mountain to buy jewelry, and we were assassinated? You almost got killed by the assassin while protecting me?"
Over the years, Yuan Qiong often dreamed of that scene: a severely injured man, falling countless times, yet forcing himself to get up again, just to see if she was safe. Only when he saw her did he breathe a deep sigh of relief, uttering two hoarse words, "Thank goodness," before closing his eyes and collapsing with a thud.
fortunately.
Yes, thankfully.
From that moment on, this man held a different meaning in her heart. This matter became a thorn in her side, something she couldn't spit out or swallow. After all, she had considered wanting him dead!
She stared intently at him, as if trying to discern every subtle change in his expression: "Those assassins, I arranged it."
I once wished for your death.
Will you blame me?
Lin Qiang was stunned for a moment, then remembered what she was referring to, his gaze becoming complicated.
"Oh, it's you..."
He had only recently arrived in this world and had no power or influence. That sudden ambush and assassination attempt was the closest he had ever come to death. He investigated later, but the matter was handled too cleanly, and he found no clues.
Now that she has spoken, everything is explained.
The town remained the same town, and the streets were still as bustling as ever. The simple peddlers, the vendors hawking their wares, the lively shops, and the passersby all seemed completely untouched by the war.
As Yuan Qiong walked down the street with Lin Qiang, her mood was quite different from a few years ago.
Since their conversation ended, neither of them had spoken. Yuan Qiong was unusually uneasy; her silver-white cloak swayed gently with her steps. She stole a glance at him; his usually smiling face was now expressionless. Yuan Qiong couldn't help but gently squeeze his palm, but aside from her hand being held tighter, he didn't react in any other way.
Is he angry? Or is he blaming her?
Author's note: Anyway, nobody's reading this, so let's just leave it at that.
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