Qiong'an was not convinced. Not at all.
He didn't feel like he was special to Shi Li.
"It's different. You're not that kind of person," Shi Li said, her palms sweating with anxiety.
"Then what kind of person is he?"
"The kind of person whose reputation alone is enough to make you go weak in the knees?"
"Tch! How annoying!" The moment the words left Qiong'an's mouth, Shi Li lunged into his arms, using the force of her momentum to shove him several meters away.
When Qiong'an looked down at the spot where they had just been standing, all that remained was a lock of Shi Li's hair, severed by a short arrow.
Having narrowly escaped death, Qiong'an realized that if Shi Li hadn't reacted so quickly, that arrow would have pierced his temple.
He immediately pulled Shi Li tighter into his arms.
More short arrows flew from an unknown direction, but the two of them dodged every one.
It seemed the arrows weren't meant to kill them, but rather to serve as a warning.
