Chapter 12

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It’s over!

Those three words echoed relentlessly in Lingyue Shen’s mind, spinning around her like a surround sound.

Frozen as if under a spell, she clutched the tree branch tightly, her body stiffening, beads of cold sweat instantly breaking out.

“Still playing dead? I saw you.”

A cold glint flashed across Jinghuai Pei’s brows. With a twist of his wrist, a sharp short dagger plunged deeply into the tree trunk and was pulled out with force. He warned ominously, “I’ll count to three: one, two…”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t!”

Lingyue snapped back to reality, trembling and on the verge of tears, “Don’t hurt me, I’ll come down right now…”

Wait, that was a woman’s voice?

Pei Jinghuai furrowed his brows, eyes fixed above as a young girl in a light mauve dress gingerly peeked out from the treetop.

She looked about seventeen or eighteen, her hair styled in the fashionable manner of young women, adorned with a slender silver hairpin and colorful cloth strips tied at the ends of her braids.

As she slowly descended, Pei Jinghuai clearly saw her face: a round, slightly chubby face with a few strands of sweat-dampened hair sticking to her forehead, almond-shaped eyes, a small, slightly upturned nose dusted with smudges of dirt.

She resembled the long-haired white cat his mother kept, the way she looked when caught emerging from the stove—utterly disheveled.

Pei Jinghuai’s vigilance eased a little, though he still feigned sternness as he urged, “Stop dawdling, hurry down!”

Lingyue deliberately climbed down slowly, wanting to use this chance to quickly think of a way to escape.

Qingchan and the others were not far from the courtyard. If she screamed loudly enough now, could she lure someone before the man below made his move?

But what if they didn’t arrive in time and she lost her life first?

He had a knife in hand!

Lingyue Shen had never been this tense in both her past lives. Already on edge, the man’s threat shook her deeply, causing her to lose balance and fall uncontrollably.

“Ahhh—!”

She closed her eyes and screamed, but the next moment, she collided with a solid, broad chest.

Pei Jinghuai caught her steadily.

His temple tightened, a wave of relief washing over him. “Hey, don’t try to frame me!”

He only wanted to get her down to question her properly—he didn’t mean to kill her!

Lingyue’s face drained of color. After a long moment, she trembled as she opened her eyes and realized she hadn’t shattered into pieces but was instead lying in the arms of a handsome young man.

Her cheek pressed against his chest, she tried to stand, instinctively reaching out for support—

Pei Jinghuai’s eyes widened in shock, as if seeing a ghost, and he flung her away.

“What are you doing?!”

Thrown to the ground, Lingyue truly fell hard this time. She groaned, clutching her backside, while her mind swirled in turmoil.

Though it was only a moment, that familiar touch and unforgettable curve…

It was you, Big-Chested Brother… no, Thief Brother!

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