Mo Yu had already reached the doorstep. Looking at the carved door of the main hall, she said, "Your house is quite quaint, why isn't the door locked? Don't tell me you really have nothing of value."
How could it be not locked!
Ye Tian flung the items he was holding into the air, then with a dive, he sprinted to Mo Yu's side, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and the other pressing down her head into his embrace.
"Ah! Mmm..."
Before Mo Yu could let out a scream, she felt a chilling breeze on her scalp, one that carried a metallic scent. A shock ran through her: Could this guy really be a flower thief, an actual pervert? Ah! Wouldn't that mean her fate in his hands would be worse than death? No, she had to fight back!
Ye Tian saw a silver needle, thin as a strand of hair, glide over Mo Yu's head and embed itself straight into the column across from them, barely missing her hair. If he hadn't pressed down her head, the needle would have definitely struck her neck.
