Jingyu stood frozen in terror, her face the very picture of helplessness.
Watching Zhang Yu disappear into the distance, Zhao Tiezhu chuckled and turned, heading towards the dilapidated temple.
As he walked, he mused, "The old man may be getting on in years, but he sure knows how to live it up."
Inside the temple, Jingyu was beside herself with fear, her clothes half removed and forgotten in her panic.
Her cheeks, once flushed with color, had now turned deathly pale, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Just then, Zhao Tiezhu walked in, and Jingyu let out a piercing scream at the sight of him.
"Ahh!!!"
This sudden shriek caught an unprepared Zhao Tiezhu by surprise, giving him quite the scare.
However, he quickly regained his composure.
He stepped forward and clamped his hand over Jingyu's cherry lips.
"Oh, Sister, don't scream, will you? That outburst of yours nearly scared the life out of me."
"Don't be afraid!"