Shrimp Head Girl

Nan Fusheng looked at her childish demeanor and finally couldn't hold back a laugh. "All right, all right, I won't tease you anymore. I really don't have any trouble that absolutely needs solving. I just found it amusing how eager you were to repay the favor."

At that, Lan Fuzi's gaze instantly sharpened. Like a little beast whose thoughts had been seen through, she was both embarrassed and angry. "You! You dared to play me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Nan Fusheng hurriedly waved his hands, though his tone remained teasing. "I just think people as stubborn about owing favors as you are pretty rare. Since you dislike being indebted so much, how about changing the method?"

"For example... accompany me to the teahouse nearby for a cup of tea. That can count as repaying half the favor."

Lan Fuzi eyed him suspiciously. "Drinking tea counts?"

"Why wouldn't it?" Nan Fusheng raised a brow. "Having tea with a friend and catching up is better than spending all day thinking about finding someone to fight, isn't it? Besides, maybe while we're drinking tea, I'll think of something I truly need your help with."

Lan Fuzi stared at him for a long while, as though judging whether he was telling the truth. In the end, she relaxed slightly, and her tone softened. "Tea it is. But if you dare fool me again, I guarantee you'll find out just how hard my fists are."

With that, she took the lead toward the teahouse not far away. Her back still carried a touch of stubbornness, but much less of the earlier hostility.

Inside the teahouse, the fragrance of tea curled through the air, intertwining with the scattered sunlight filtering in through the window to form a warm, gentle glow.

Lan Fuzi held a celadon teacup,