"How's your arm?"
"Touch it and see." Chuzheng held out her hand.
Xuan Ying set down his teacup and examined the black finger mark on Chuzheng's wrist, having no other ideas for now.
"Why did the river god run to Hanjiang City?"
River god?
Xuan Ying realized Chuzheng meant the River God.
His slender fingers moved slowly, transferring the chill to Chuzheng: "He lost the protection of The Temple and continues to use his power recklessly. The Heaven and Earth Laws have long noticed him."
Chuzheng stood up abruptly, pulled Xuan Ying's hand away, and sat in his lap, pressing her arm against him.
Xuan Ying stiffened for a moment.
"Miss Chuzheng..."
"It's comfy this way." Chuzheng's reason was justified.
Xuan Ying glanced at her, seeing nothing unusual on her face; her eyes were clear, as if he was overthinking.
