Boom~!
Although he shouted, Daoist Xuanji still didn't stop. After her knee hit his thighs, she pushed forward and pressed him against the wall.
Clatter!
The movements in the kitchen abruptly stopped.
Ye Jingtang's wrists were grabbed, but he didn't resist or struggle anymore.
Daoist Xuanji held Ye Jingtang's hands. Her beautiful face was as cold as frost. Although she had to raise her head to look up, her eyes revealed an unparalleled sharpness. It was as if she was standing on a 10,000-foot-high peak and looking down at a mortal ant.
Ye Jingtang lowered his head and looked at her beautiful face inches away from him. He originally felt that this posture was inappropriate and wanted to get up. But when he felt the cold killing intent coming from the opposite side, he remained still, looking slightly puzzled. "Miss Shui'er, you…"
Clang!
It was the sound of a saber being unsheathed.