Chapter 542
Chapter 542 Dancing on the Edge of a Blade
The blade was swift and fierce, its glint like a meteor streaking through the sky, aimed straight at Yujia's face.
In a moment of urgent alarm, the Turkic girl let out an angered cry. However, her face showed not a trace of fear. Her golden curved blade moved as fast as lightning, thrusting towards Lin Wanrong's lower abdomen.
Neither of them spoke. They both came at each other mercilessly. The carriage's interior was incredibly cramped, making it difficult to maneuver. Even if Lin Wanrong's strike could kill Yujia, he would inevitably be wounded by her thrust in return.
The gleaming steel blade was held against the Turkic girl's fair, delicate neck. Though Yujia was a woman, her resilience surpassed that of many men. Her eyes widened in defiance, the golden blade in her hand merely inches away from Lin Wanrong's abdomen. One move from either would lead to mutual destruction. For a moment, the carriage fell silent. Yujia clenched her teeth and glared at him, her eyes icy cold.
Lin Wanrong took in the sight before him: the Turkic girl's small, flushed mouth was gasping for air; her robe was half-unraveled, revealing a glimpse of her soft, creamy bosom, as pure and radiant as lard-white jade. Beside her lay a brand-new golden silk dress.
Holding her blade in one hand, her other hand clenched the waistband of her silk skirt. Anger filled her eyes, yet there was a trace of embarrassment.
"What are you doing?!" Yujia was indignant, gripping the ribbon on her dress so tightly she seemed to forget about the blade pressed against her neck. Her slender neck tilted slightly forward, the steel blade not budging an inch. A thin line formed on her fair, delicate neck, a hint of blood emerging.
It turned out the girl was changing her clothes. Lin Wanrong couldn't help but chuckle. He looked a few times at Yujia's chest and said with a ferocious expression, "What am I doing? Can't you see—" he shook his steel blade menacingly, "—I'm here to kill!"