Qin Rushuang didn' t show any signs of weakness. He planned to jump down, but when he saw black-clothed man walk to his side, he inexplicably stretched out a wide palm.
"No need, young lord. I can do it myself."
However, as if he hadn' t heard her, the man held Qin Rushuang soft soles of his feet. His other hand grabbed her waist and directly hugged her.
His face pressed against the man's wide chest, and he inexplicably smelled a sweet plum fragrance.
"Let me down!" After Qin Rushuang dismounted, he hurriedly said coldly.
"There's no one else here. Don' t you plan on letting me see your injuries?" The man said indifferently.
Qin Rushuang snorted coldly." I don' t dare to trouble you, young master."
"No." The man seemed to have smiled lightly as he flashed past his face like a feathe
