"My skills were no match for yours. Kill me or cut me to pieces—I am at your mercy." With her hair in disarray, Miao Yin lay on the ground, propping herself up with one hand while clutching her chest with the other. A trickle of scarlet blood stained the corner of her mouth as she glared stubbornly at Pei Shaoqing.
Pei Shaoqing felt helpless. He shook his head, squatted down, and said, "Reverend, with that fearless look of yours, you're making me out to be the bad guy here."
'He had to admit, the Reverend had a truly voluptuous figure. Lying on her side like that, her curves were on full display, especially the stunning lines of her waist and hips. He could just make out their full, rounded contours.'
"Pah!" Miao Yin spat at him, gritting her teeth. "Your actions are less than human."
Pei Shaoqing wiped the spittle from his face.
'Was he supposed to just fucking take that?'
SLAP!
Miao Yin, who had just been slapped, was completely stunned.
