"I should be asking you what you're doing instead."
Zhi Yin glared at Leng Wanbai and then flung herself back to Qin Shou's side, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go.
As for Qin Shou... he opened his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, with absolutely no intention of "resisting."
Leng Wanbai took a deep breath and said slowly, "He's sick now, don't cause trouble."
"Sick? No way, look at the Master—he looks perfectly fine and much gentler than before!" Zhi Yin squinted with joy.
This time, she wasn't tossed out of the room by the Master—it was so delightful.
Leng Wanbai gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and maliciously pulled out the Ultimate Battle Instrument.
"I told you to take care of him, not cling to him! Get back to where you belong!"
"No, don't! Zhi Yin was wrong..."
Leng Wanbai ignored Zhi Yin's attempts to act cute and coquettish, grabbed her by the Dragon Horn, and threw her into the Space Gate, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
