"Yue Mei'Er, you were right about one thing. I did indeed sleep with the Saint Heir!" Si Miaoxue said proudly and with flair.
"Miaoxue!" Lin Miao frowned slightly. He had long known that Si Miaoxue was often shocking with her words, but speaking like this would surely let Yue Mei'Er keep misunderstanding.
"No, that's impossible. Being struck in the heart by the Absolute Yin Hand, survival is absolutely impossible. To return to Dongshan City from Longchuan Canyon with such heavy injuries..." Yue Mei'Er seemed struck by lightning, completely in disbelief.
"The truth is right before you, Yue Mei'Er, you've lost." Si Miaoxue, adopting a high and mighty stance, looked down at Yue Mei'Er who was sitting on the floor. She stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Lin Miao's arm, and smiled tenderly, "I am already the Saint Heir's person; you came too late."
