Well aware of that cur's character, Fuguang felt a bit cowed at this moment. With a swift sidestep, he quickly took refuge behind Mingshu, pulling her to be his human shield and boldly poking his head out, "You, you be sure before you strike again, if you accidentally hurt this beauty, I won't take responsibility!"
Caught off guard and dragged into the fray, Mingshu was utterly bewildered.
Si Chu was forced to stop his movements, his eyes black and brooding, "Let her go."
Did he actually stop?
Fuguang found this quite rare, looking at Mingshu in front of him as if she was a precious treasure. Hearing Si Chu's words, he declared defiantly with his neck stiffened, "I won't!"
At this moment, where was she like the unapproachable flower she had been at the start?
She resembled nothing so much as a gangsterish hoodlum.
Anger surged in Si Chu's dark eyes.
Mingshu came to her senses and summoned the courage to speak to Si Chu, "Zizai, let it be, the lady was just joking..."