"But..." Song San’s face twisted in conflict, "I don’t like owing people favors either."
"There’s no ’but’ or ’if’ about it, whether you like it or not is your problem." Yang Ruxin frowned, "Anyway, since I saved you, that means I’ve done you a great kindness. You wouldn’t be so ungrateful as to repay kindness with enmity, would you? Look at you, such a human-like appearance—could you be a jackal in human skin?" She didn’t say wolf because that would be an insult to wolves.
The corner of Song San’s mouth twitched. How could this girl speak so bluntly? Especially... Was his face really so human-like and dog-like? He knew how many people would be mesmerized by one glance at him. His gaze shifted to Gu Qingheng, his eyes narrowing slightly. No wonder she wasn’t interested in him—she had such an exceptional man by her side...
Although he didn’t want to admit it, Song San couldn’t help but feel that this was a man who could make anyone feel ashamed.
"Listen," Yang Ruxin stepped to block Song San’s gaze, "Stop looking at my man like that, or I might think you’re interested in him. Sorry, but my man likes women." She was too embarrassed to say he liked her.
Gu Qingheng quickly looked down, okay, he almost choked on his own saliva. This girl... But the words "my man" were strangely comforting to him.
Song San’s mouth twitched again. Alright, he got it, this girl was just blunt. He hastily bowed with a fist again, "The lady misunderstands, I am quite normal." He chose to ignore her reference to "my man."
Yang Ruxin’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
"All I ask is for the lady to allow me to stay another night... until my people come to pick me up..."
"There’s already one of your men in the house." Gu Qingheng suddenly spoke, his eyes still cast down, "Why must you trouble us simple country folks?"
Yang Ruxin’s gaze turned frosty and she suddenly flicked her hand.
Xiaolun, who had been sleeping, was directly flung into the house.
King Green expressed his anger, why do such things? To lie to his Hsin Hsin? Then he couldn’t be blamed for not being polite.
Song San hadn’t noticed Yang Ruxin’s action but instead focused on Gu Qingheng, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Simple country folk, huh? Could simple country folk possess such fine skills? Could they drive away a pack of jackals? It seemed this little village really was a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
At that moment, Gu Qingheng no longer hid his gaze, locking eyes with the other man, even slightly squinting, exuding a dangerous aura.
A chill ran down Song San’s spine. This man could actually make his heart contract slightly, a strange sensation indeed. It was clear this man was even more dangerous than himself.
Gu Qingheng, who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, had an inherent elegance. Yet, the environment of his early life had exposed him to all sorts of dangers and hardships, leading him to develop a stoic disposition. Later, when he faced a great upheaval, it transformed him, and the three years spent in darkness made him even more unflappable, cold, and sharp.
In conclusion, aside from when he was with Yang Ruxin, Gu Qingheng exuded a calm and composed demeanor with an underlying chill that could not be ignored. Especially when those beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed as if the light within could transform into Ice Arrows in an instant, potentially piercing one’s heart if not careful...