46 A Flower Under the Moonlight

The archer's unbuckled pants sat around his ankles, and thanks for the moonlit sky, Meng Fuyao was able to get a clear view of his hairy legs from on top of the wall.

"Ahah!" Meng Fuyao laughed, tumbling back to Yuan Zhaoxu's side.

She fiddled with a silk tape. She had used it to hook around the arrowheads from earlier as she knew that she wasn't his match.

Meng Fuyao laughed irrepressibly as the conceited fellow urgently pulled his pants up. "I was being lenient earlier. Be arrogant again, and I'll go for your little fellow down there, and not your pants."

She pulled Yuan Zhaoxu, who had remained passive all this while, along, smiling, "Let's go."