Shadow Step

"Huh?" Feng Shen rubbed his forehead in exasperation, unable to believe what he'd just heard from his personal servant:

"No, you idiot. Not like that." He gave her a light tap on the head, more playful than punishing. After all, he didn't want to frighten off this little pig before the feast.

Feng Shen felt grateful that he didn't act on his earlier intentions.

He'd nearly moved his hands from his personal servant's shoulders to her neck, strangling her to death before severing her head to fill the water with her blood.

'Lucky I wasn't too hasty,' thought Feng Shen.

Blushing even deeper at the Second Young Master's touch, Yùn Yì felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she realized the misunderstanding.

Backing away in a flash, while waving her hands in the air in front of her, she was all over the place: