Gu Xin was still in shock; the wall was four to five meters high, yet Ghost seemed to have almost flown over it. Not only that, but his landing was like a feather gently descending to the ground, without a hint of inertia. Could it be... Ghost knows Qinggong?
Looking again, he found Ghost carrying him in a princess carry, and his own hands instinctively wrapped around Ghost's neck.
His pretty face instantly blushed from forehead to ear...
Gu Xin had never been carried like this growing up. When Ghost glanced at Gu Xin, he was startled; surely this red face like Guan meant she was frightened?
"You... are you okay?" Ghost asked cautiously, as if what he held wasn't a person but a treasure.
"Ahem, I'm fine."
"Stop, don't run." At this moment, a group of thugs shouted from behind them.
