Although they were in the water, and there was no physical contact, such a stunning beauty—even though she was already unconscious—Edward Benson could still sense the aura emanating from her, making it impossible to harbor any disrespectful thoughts. All he wanted was to save her and bring her ashore, with not a single improper idea in his mind.

After much effort, he managed to support her underwater, preventing her from choking again, adjusted his swimming posture, and swam toward the shore with all his strength.

The grass on the bank was lush and soft. He gently laid her body flat on the soft grass. Only at such close distance did Edward Benson finally get a clear look at her peerless face and perfect figure. This girl was not very old, at most seventeen or eighteen. Yet even lying flat like this, her celestial beauty was impossible to conceal.

At this moment, Edward Benson had no time to think about anything else. Seeing the girl's pale face and cold body, she looked as if she were merely asleep, yet also as if she was troubled by something in her dreams, her brows slightly furrowed, a mix of annoyance and distress.

Edward Benson had never experienced rescuing someone like this before, and for a moment, he was at a loss.

That fairy-like beauty was simply the most exquisite creation between heaven and earth, without a single flaw. It made Edward Benson almost doubt whether she was human, or a spirit born of nature itself.

Edward Benson shook his head, trying hard to think of a way to save her. But, as men and women should not touch, and in broad daylight, even though he was saving her, he still felt a bit uneasy.

His hesitant hands were considering whether to use first aid methods from his previous life, such as pressing on her chest and abdomen, or performing artificial respiration.

Suddenly, a cold flash appeared behind him—a chilling sword was already pressed against Edward Benson's neck.

"You beast, let go of my lady!"

Edward Benson didn't need to turn around; just by the voice, he knew the person holding the sword behind him was a young maid. With his life at stake, Edward Benson dared not make any rash moves.

He slowly raised his hands, doing his best to appear harmless, signaling that he meant no harm.

But the other party completely ignored his goodwill. Biting her silver teeth, her voice trembling with tears, she said, "Anyway, my lady has already been defiled by you, you... you... I'm going to kill you!"

The sword gleamed, murderous intent filled the air, and Edward Benson instantly felt as if death had come for him once again.

He sighed inwardly—after finally crossing over, was he going to die just like this?

"Xiao Xi, wait... cough, cough..."

At the critical moment, the stunning girl on the grass finally opened her eyes, pulling Edward Benson back from the gates of hell.

The little maid behind him, seeing her lady awaken, dropped the sword with a clang and rushed over to support her.

Seeing that they had reunited, Edward Benson, following the principle of doing good deeds without leaving his name, planned to slip away quietly.

"Don't go yet."

The beautiful girl's words were law. The maid Little Grace immediately picked up the sword from the ground, transformed into a flash of lightning, and blocked Edward Benson's path.

Edward Benson gave a wry smile, looking at her cold expression and icy eyes, his heart tightened. Could this fairy-like girl really be planning to kill him to silence him after crossing the river?

Chapter 0002: The Mysterious Girl

Standing at the other end of the grass, he could faintly hear the rustling sounds of someone dressing behind the bushes. The scene of Edward Benson rescuing her earlier, and the girl's breathtaking beauty, involuntarily flashed through Edward Benson's mind.

But Edward Benson had no time to indulge in fantasies about a beauty changing clothes.

He knew that once they were dressed, it might be time to settle accounts.

Although he was a bit uneasy, his conscience was clear.

A moment later, footsteps approached from afar. Clearly, they were done dressing.

"Turn around," came a melodious and lively voice, perfectly matching her flawless appearance and figure, as if they were made for each other.

Edward Benson turned around openly, his gaze pure and clear as he looked at her, his mind free of distractions. He didn't rush to speak, nor did he panic.

The girl opposite had changed into a light green long dress, cinched at the waist, accentuating her slender figure. A silver-white ribbon was tied around her waist, and as the breeze blew, her dress fluttered, making her look even more like a celestial spirit.

On her forehead was a deep red gem, set off by a pale golden headband, adding a touch of nobility to her lively aura.

Such beauty, which made people afraid to look directly, even made Edward Benson feel embarrassed to recall her pitiful appearance after nearly drowning earlier, as if even thinking about it would be a great offense.

Such a peerless beauty—if compared to the previous world, those cookie-cutter, sharp-chinned actresses would all die of shame.

Even the maid Little Grace standing beside her, though half a head shorter than this fairy-like girl, possessed an incomparable aura in both appearance and figure—far beyond the reach of ordinary women.

But this maid Little Grace, holding her sword, was full of murderous intent, as if she would rush up and tear Edward Benson to pieces at her lady's command.

"What is your name?" the fairy-like girl asked softly, her tone still calm.

"I am Edward Benson, a member of the Qin family of Qingluo Kingdom," Edward Benson answered truthfully.

"The Qin family? One of the six pillar families of Qingluo Kingdom—truly a scion of a noble house." It sounded like praise, but her tone remained indifferent.