Mi Ming and Bian Fu Part II

"I'm sorry. I wasn’t looking. Are you hurt?" The girl got up, reaching out her peaches-and-cream hand to him.

"N...no. It's me who should apologize. You didn’t get hurt, did you? I was happy that I got the book I ordered so I didn’t look where I was going and bumped into you. I'm sorry," said Mi Ming, blushing. He took the girl's hand that was reaching out for him. Then, she pulled him up.

‘She's small. How can she be this strong?’ thought Mi Ming.

"I had you as a cushion, so I didn’t really get hurt. Hmm? Are you trying to get in Midgard?" the girl asked when she saw the book Mi Ming had dropped when he’d bumped into her.

'He bumped against me, a person who has the body of an emperor qi martial artist, but he didn't get hurt. His body is strong like a martial artist’s, but I cannot sense his qi. He reminds me of Bai Zhe,' thought the girl. Suddenly, her eyes showed her sorrow.