The girl paused and slowly let go of the hilt.
"Hey, kid! You…"
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The three men were about to stand up and curse when they were kicked to the ground again.
"Let's go home. It's going to rain heavily."
Luo Qingzhou urged the cold girl in front of him.
The girl was no longer stubborn. She lowered her head and followed behind.
The two of them left the street one after another.
The rain suddenly poured down in torrents. There was still thunder rumbling and lightning flashes cutting through the sky.
Luo Qingzhou realized that the girl behind him was standing very close to him. She was almost pressing herself against him. Every time there was the sound of thunder, her body would tremble slightly.
He thought, "Looks like Bai Ling didn't lie to me. This girl is very timid…"
In the heavy rain, the two of them crossed the stone bridge over the moat and rushed toward the inner city.