"Sister Su, you you you... how did you end up sitting in this poor Confucian scholar's arms... It's wrong, all wrong, you've got it all confused, he's the very one accusing our Ziwei Pavilion members, Sister Su, you've got the wrong person!" Shock and disbelief flooded Young Master Shenxu's eyes as he leaped up and hopped around frantically.
The Red-clothed Maid who had been closely following behind Su Qingdai and who looked timidly afraid as her mistress sat down in the arms of that young man, her expression suddenly changed, and her Liu Mei brows furrowed deeply again:
"Such noise! The miss told you to stop and shut your mouth, haven't you learned to stop acting like a buffoon after being told twice?"
She abruptly turned around, walking up to Young Master Shenxu, who stared in horror and bewilderment, and raised her right hand high.
It fell.
"Slap————!"
"Ah!" Young Master Shenxu let out a pained cry, his body flung to the right, crashing to the floor.
