Chapter 98: You guys don't have anything better to do?

  Song Ming looked at me with a mixture of surprise, anger and laughter, and suddenly asked inexplicably: "What's wrong with you?" I was stunned for a moment, wiped away the tears hanging from the corner of my eyes and said: "Had a nightmare?"

  He smiled lightly, as if scornfully: "Women are just women, a nightmare, yet they're so afraid."

  I remembered that in my dream, he accidentally touched Chihiro with the sword and it pierced into my collarbone. He then said angrily: "You're a woman, but you still want me, this little woman, to clean up your mess? Who's the one who's laughable? Hmph!"

  He had a huge hostility towards me, which was inexplicable. After thinking for a moment, I smiled and said, "Was it my fault?" I turned away, not looking at him, with a stiff face.

  Song Ming saw that I wasn't speaking, so he stood up, bowed his waist and made a deep bow to me by the carriage, saying seriously: "I've spoken too much, please forgive me, young lady!"

  I looked at his seemingly true yet fake expression and couldn't help but let out a slight snort.

  "I'll go back and tell my mother right away, 'Immediately pack up the red dowry in your room, isn't that great?' He bowed again from head to toe, his expression pretending to be serious but even more laughable."

  I was just about to say something when the carriage suddenly jolted and bumped, and Song Ming lost his balance and fell onto my side.

  I was pressed by him to the edge of the carriage, the air in my chest was squeezed out clean, and I almost suffocated with a mouthful of air.

  His martial arts skills are so good, I have every reason to suspect that he did it on purpose.

  He didn't even rush to get up, but just slightly raised his head and looked at me, asking: "I'm really sorry, are you okay?"

  At such a close distance, the Dragon's Birth fragrance on his body was so clear and distinct, even the scorching hot breath sprayed onto my face. He seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally blowing a mouthful of hot air against my earlobe: "The roads outside this city are just as unstable."

  Under his piercing gaze that made me feel both ashamed and anxious, he slowly got up, patted his sleeves and said: "It's really troublesome, I should mention it to the Emperor sometime."

  I angrily tidy up my clothes, and I'm too lazy to even look at him.