Ying Ru Shi's heart trembled. How could someone as socially adept as she had been since childhood fail to hear the disappointment in Yan Qing's words?
All she had to do was become a little colder, and she could completely push Yan Qing away. That was what she wanted, but when the words reached her throat, she could not bring herself to say them. She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers.
"I'm asking you," Yan Qing leaned forward. "Are you notifying me as Ying Ru Shi, or are you discussing it with me as White Fox?"
"I just thought that—"
"Look into my eyes and answer me."
Ying Ru Shi took a deep breath, feeling as though she had been driven into a corner. The solid defenses she had just built had been shaken to their foundations by Yan Qing's two questions. She even felt a little aggrieved. Why was he so gentle with Black Wolf and Red Snake, yet so aggressive with me?
Amid the suffocating silence, Murong Hui's shout suddenly came from inside: "Little Fox, I want orange juice!"
"Coming!" Ying Ru Shi answered as though granted an amnesty, hurriedly taking the orange juice inside to escape the conversation.
In the hot spring, Murong Hui was sprawled carelessly against the edge of the pool without the slightest cover. Every so often, she even lifted her legs to play around. Her caramel-colored, graceful body made the mist seem to come alive with sensuality. Seeing this, Ying Ru Shi smacked her with a knife-hand strike again. "At least put on some underwear! Yellow Dog is still here!"
"If he dares come in, I'll make fun of him!" Murong Hui huffed. "Don't be fooled by how lecherous he looks. He's actually very concerned about his dignity—the kind of bastard