Despite such a shocking event, Qinghe seemed utterly indifferent and asked lazily, "Would you?"
Ye Xiu choked, said nothing, but thought to himself that of course he wouldn't. Not to mention that she had saved him several times, even if he viewed this annoying person as special, he wouldn't harm her.
Seeing him hang his head in silence, Qinghe once again reached out to mess up his already chicken coop-like hair, "Kid, why worry so much? Be careful or you'll get wrinkles."
Ye Xiu struggled and shook his head, huffing and puffing, "You're the one who'll get wrinkles, I'm still so young. If anyone's going to get them, it'll be you first." He hadn't even grown up yet, and to talk about wrinkles, this damn woman, was indeed as annoying as ever.
However, no sooner had Ye Xiu spoken than he felt a silence come from the person beside him. He was startled, turned his head, and saw Qinghe's eyelids drooping slightly, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her face.
