The Demoness Is Not Evil (by 裘梦 Xi Meng)

Chapter One

Sky and land blurring into one as the storm rages on, an entire air filled with rainy mist.

Torrents of rain piercing down on the human body as they fall, combined with the gales, even the trees are frantically swaying back and forth as they struggle to stand firm against the strong winds.

This is a sudden round of torrential rain, it is extremely common to have such thunderstorms here in the summer.

With this kind of weather, it is difficult for the people to predict when to make preparations in advance, therefore even if you end up as a drowned rat in this heavy rain, it is nothing to be surprised about nor is it worth fussing over.

Despite being aware of this, Qu Qing Yin is still unable to hold back her surprise.

Her surprise is due to the fact that when she ran into the rundown mountain temple completely drenched, there was already someone inside, a male who had not even a speck of rain on him, with handsome looks, a gentleman who carries himself in such a refined manner.

This menacing thunderstorm is just like a river flowing backwards, because before it started raining, she spotted this temple from afar, but the moment she runs in, she realises that she is in an situation as awkward as a fish who had been helplessly swept along by the strong water currents.

To get here before her and have the pleasure to put his foot up and rest, this man sure is lucky!

In this moment, Qu Qing Yin could feel a tinge of jealousy towards him.

Without even looking down, Qu Qing Yin herself knows that she is in as bad of a state as it could get. Her thin layers of summer clothes had been soaked through by the downpour of rain, the fabric sticking to her skin...in a situation like this, any woman in the same shoes as her would know it is inappropriate for an unfamiliar man to see her in such state.

Liu Feng had only just caught a glance of her when she ran out to the hall, then turned to look outside at the pouring rain.

Qu Qing Yin's gaze swept around the deserted hall, her eyes resting inside the building where bits of gold paint can be seen crumbling off, looks like a worn out statue.

The bag on her shoulder may already be soaked through, but inside were some greaseproof packages, and somewhere amongst them she has a clean set of dry clothing. Therefore she quickly changes out of her wet attire in the fastest pace possible, and walks out from behind the Buddha statue, with her wet clothes in hand, she gently wrings out the water.

Looking out into the rain, Qu Qing Yin frowns, her eyes wanders around the hall, searching for some dry wood to start a fire and dry her clothes.

Liu Feng gently closes his paper fan, standing up, he makes the first move and breaks down the doors and windows, gathering the bits of wood in front of her.

"Thank you." Qu Qing Yin spoke with such sincerity, looking at the person with a bright smile.

Liu Feng faintly smiles back, "You're welcome." He says as he starts the fire.

She searches all over herself, and from her waist side she takes out a string of ornaments with silver chains.

Liu Feng's eyes flashes a hint of amazement, something he had seen that looked like ornaments, turned out to be a fine workmanship of the silver dart.

Qu Qing Yin throws out her right hand and a silver dart was nailed to the wall, trailing from it is a long thin silver chain, she flips her hand and throws again, another silver dart is driven into a pillar, a makeshift clothesline made on the spot just like that.