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Su Mo drew back the curtain and saw his hurried expression, "What's the matter?"
Seeing Lu Chen sitting inside, Jianxiong didn't dare to come in, standing at the door with wide eyes full of panic: "Zhao Changsheng, that wretched woman, is too terrifying."
"Ah?" Su Mo wore a face full of confusion.
Li Qian, who followed over, explained in a low voice, "She wanted Jianxiong to transform into your appearance to give her a kiss."
"..." Su Mo and Lu Chen's faces darkened in unison.
Lu Chen's voice was chilling as he faced Jianxiong, "Did you transform?"
"Dare I?" Jianxiong wailed, attracting sideways glances from the passing soldiers.
"Where is she now?" Su Mo asked.
"I used some spiritual power to control her and knocked her out," Li Qian said with a gentle smile.
"Carry her back to Su Niang's tent," Su Mo sighed, exasperated by the woman's obsession with her face.
After drawing the curtain shut again, she turned to find herself facing Lu Chen's poker-like expression.