Xi Yu continued, still sounding amused. "You've heard of Mogushu, haven't you? With your current strength, lasting thirty moves against him would already be impressive. You might stop me but can you stop him?"
"This has nothing to do with you," Shang Qinghua said coldly.
Learning that Xi Yu wasn't the assassin targeting Rong Qinglei, his expression relaxed slightly.
Without bothering to argue further, he turned around and strode quickly back toward Yue Mingxuan's courtyard.
An hour later, Yue Mingxuan was still sprawled across the bed, sleeping soundly.
Shang Qinghua who is still fully dressed lay beside him and breathing in the faint warm scent that lingered around the man before drifting off to sleep himself.
The next morning, Shang Qinghua was woken by Yue Mingxuan's loud startled voice.
Of course, anyone would be surprised to wake up in the arms of a handsome man but if that man had also scolded you harshly before, it was a different matter altogether.
