Xie Luohe's outrageous declaration seemed to be a Miracle Technique in itself, shocking the baffled Zheng Xiu so much he fell off his camel.
"Let's go, Xiaomo! Xiaohe!"
Xie Luohe strutted proudly, grabbed Zheng Xiu—who was now half-buried in the sand—and tossed him onto the camel's back. Laughing, she took the reins of the poor, neglected "Xiaohe" and headed for Richan Valley.
With her arrogant posture and impatient expression, to any outsider she looked exactly like a ruthless Village Chief abducting a maiden to be her mountain stronghold's husband.
Thrown onto the bed by Xie Luohe, Zheng Xiu was still completely dazed.
"What in the world are you trying to do?"
Zheng Xiu asked, his eyes wide.
Xie Luohe said confidently, "You already promised me!"
She held up three fingers and wiggled them.
The meaning was clear: "three promises."
"What I mean is..." Zheng Xiu gave a wry smile. "Do we have to go this far? I can't tell if you're joking or being serious anymore."
