Shi Xiong spoke while gesturing, his face full of seriousness and urgency, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Yili was instantly speechless, her pretty face blushing like a ripe apple. Although it wasn't clear in the night, her embarrassment was palpable. She bit her lip lightly, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes, but she feigned calmness and turned her head away without speaking.
At this moment, she slightly lowered her head, her hands unconsciously tugging at the hem of her clothes, as if trying to hide her embarrassment.
Shi Feiyang and his group rode the Vermilion Bird back to the camp of Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing. Upon landing, the ladies and children cheered.
The cheers were like raging waves, one following another.
