The person arrived quickly, moving with agility and force; she had no power to resist and was completely subdued.
"Let me go, let me go!"
She struggled desperately, shouting twice, and to her surprise, the person actually let go.
She turned around, intending to attack, and upon a closer look, the drenched figure in front of her was her husband, Yin Hun the Nineteenth.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth looked like he had been dragged out of the water; his hair was soaked and clung to his body, and his clothes and pants were all soaking wet, with rainwater still streaming down his cheeks.
"Husband… how is it you?"
Tang Qingxue looked at him excitedly.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth bent down and picked up the small scalpel from the ground, "Silly woman, I thought you really wanted to bloodlet your own husband!"
Tang Qingxue looked ashamed, "No way, if I knew it was you, I wouldn't have acted. It's your fault too, you knocked on the door without a sound, a shout would have let me know it was you."
