Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

101 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (38)

Princess Bai Xue was choked to the point that she nearly walked the Huang-Quan road [1]. Just when she was about to die, the large hand gripping her throat loosened, and she fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough..."

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. There was still a searing pain across her throat, and she looked up at the masked man in front of her with fear.

"Feng'er...how could you..."

In her past life, he was clearly in love with her!

Didn't he obey each and every one of her orders? Didn't he share her bed? Those memories of her past life flashed one after another in her head, making Princess Bai Xue unable to believe what just happened.

She didn't know, it was simply because she had a face similar to the woman in his dreams that he doted on her.

Otherwise...

Xiang Feng coldly glanced down at her. There was not a single ripple in his handsome expression.

"Xue, if you try to harm Jia again, don't expect me to show mercy."

After throwing those harsh words, he left.

Princess Bai Xue stared after him, her face pale. Tears silently trickled down her cheeks, while her blood-red lips trembled.

"Feng'er...did you forget that today was my birthday...?"

Princess Bai Xue sat on the cold floor of the large chamber, her heart gripped by a pain that was worse than the one on her neck.

...

Song Jia looked at her handiwork in satisfaction. She had tied long strips of cloth with constrictor knots, weaving it into a makeshift rope.

As expected, this grandma is too cool~

Who knew that those random videos in her recommendations were actually this useful? As expected, the video algorithm of the 23rd century couldn't be underestimated!

Song Jia looped the makeshift rope around her arm and walked towards the mullioned two-light window [2], tying the end of the rope on the pillar between them. Then, she quickly wrapped the rope around her waist. Knowing that the masked man could return at any moment, Song Jia slipped out of the window and gripped the lip of the ledge with her fingers.

Her foot tried to reach for something to step on, hoping for an uneven brick that was protruding outwards. Since this world was similar to medieval Europe, the buildings here must have been constructed roughly, as they didn't have the same materials and equipment with that of the modern age. Definitely, the side of this tower wouldn't be smooth.

As she was hanging almost fifty-feet off the ground, Song Jia's face was calm, but her heart was already filled like a river with tears. She decided that as soon as she returned from this mission, she would wring a lot of money from her A.I. boss. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to call herself, this courageous transmigrator, a grandma!

"Jia!"

Song Jia was still contemplating her next step when a terrified voice sounded above her head, and the hand that had been hanging on the window ledge was pulled upwards.

She felt strong arms envelop her, and Song Jia found herself being held in a tight embrace. She could feel the beat of his heart against her cheek, hard and fast.

Not waiting for her to react, the masked man lowered his head and kissed her. His lips met hers, and his free hand cupped the back of her neck. His tongue swept past every corner of her mouth, leaving his mark. He dragged her even closer to his chest, almost as if inviting her to sink into him, leaving no space between them.