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Le Yao Yao felt as if her throat was stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a single word. She could only watch helplessly as the carriage rushed towards her at breakneck speed.
She thought that this time she would either die or be severely injured, and she braced herself for being knocked away. With a fright, she immediately closed her eyes, hoping that what she couldn't see wouldn't hurt her.
However, just as Le Yao Yao shut her eyes, she felt a tightness around her waist, followed by a dizzying sensation that felt like the thrill of riding a roller coaster.
She thought she had been so scared that she was momentarily numb to the pain; in reality, she had already been thrown away. So, Le Yao Yao kept her eyes closed, waiting for the anticipated pain to arrive.
To her surprise, after waiting for what felt like an eternity, the expected pain never spread through her body. Instead, a melodious voice suddenly reached her ears.
"Little brother, are you alright?"
The deep, slightly hoarse voice was like a fine aged wine just uncorked—so intoxicating.
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao felt puzzled but cautiously opened her beautiful eyes just a crack.
However, when she finally saw the handsome face before her, her eyes widened in shock and her small mouth couldn't help but gasp in awe—
Heavens!
What a stunning man! Was she in paradise now? Could this man possibly be an immortal!?
Dressed in white and sparkling attire, with black hair crowned elegantly, he stood gracefully like a startled swan. Most captivating was his strikingly handsome face, as exquisite as jade.
In the legend, the man with the Sword Brows had smooth lines and a pair of slender Eyes that were as dark as black jade. Beneath his straight nose were Rose-colored lips, slightly curved, complemented by the elegance between his brows. His smile was warm and gentle, like a soft Gentle Breeze blowing over clear streams in March—so comforting, so beautiful, that one could never get enough of looking at him.
At that moment, Le Yao Yao was completely entranced, sighing in awe at how heavenly this figure appeared. Without thinking much, a question slipped out from her Red Lips—
"Are you the immortal who will take me to heaven?"
"…"
Upon hearing Le Yao Yao's words, the handsome man in white was momentarily taken aback, but then his smile deepened, and his tone took on a playful hint.
"I'm afraid I have to disappoint you, little brother. I don't wish to go to heaven just yet."
"Huh?"
At the man's words, Le Yao Yao blinked her Beautiful Eyes in confusion. Before she could ponder further, a worried voice reached her ears.
"Little Muzi, are you okay!? You scared me to death!"
Hearing Little Muzi's voice snapped Le Yao Yao back to reality. She finally realized that she hadn’t gone to heaven at all because she wasn’t dead!
Her Beautiful Eyes swept over to the carriage that continued on without stopping and then to the man in white who was holding her. Suddenly, everything clicked into place!
Her previously pale face flushed bright red as she understood the whole situation.
She felt an overwhelming sense of shyness and embarrassment.
Oh my!
She had embarrassed herself again!
She couldn't tell if it was because of the era she was in, but since arriving here, she had faced humiliation time and again.
Even a face as thick as a city wall couldn't withstand this level of embarrassment!
With these thoughts racing through her mind, Le Yao Yao felt both shy and awkward. In a flurry, she hurriedly stood up from the embrace of the man in white.
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