Su Jing replied indifferently and coldly, but did not put him down, nor did she look at him. Her gaze remained steady and forward, as if what she was holding in her arms was just a stone; her expression was unshaken, serious, and cold.
"What are you doing?!" Baili An, frightened by her unpredictable behavior, felt his heart nearly leaping out of his chest as his legs, suspended in the air, flailed about in a panic.
But he quickly realized how childish and ridiculous it was to kick his legs that way, so he immediately straightened them, hugging his sword tightly with eyes wide open.
Finally, Su Jing reacted; she lowered her head and gave him a glance.
Admittedly, the picture of a woman holding a man might seem a bit odd, but at least she was taller than him, and he had a youthful appearance, which made it somewhat acceptable.
