"Let's compare the sizes of our hands."
"Yellow Dog, your hands are so big."
"You're so much fairer than me."
"We're both Third Rank Heralds, so why do my hands feel so much softer than yours?"
"Your hair smells really nice."
"Your eyes are quite pretty."
"Can I sit next to you?"
"Get lost!" Yan Qing couldn't help kicking at her. Murong Hui elegantly dodged and giggled as she jumped to a spot beyond his reach.
At first, Yan Qing truly thought Murong Hui was concerned about him. She circled around him, rubbing against him here and there, and the accidental physical contact left him feeling both pained and happy—until he caught the teasing in her eyes. How could he not realize that this Little Vixen was deliberately pretending to be careless? His anger flared at once.
"I haven't even said anything about you yet. I treated you like a brother, and you actually developed wicked designs on me." Murong Hui sighed with an aggrieved, helpless expression. Then she suddenly leaned over and blew on his ear. "If you kneel on the ground and beg me, I might just satisfy you."
After saying that, she turned and darted away. Unfortunately, Ying Ru Shi was blocking her path, so she didn't get away. An enraged Yan Qing gave her a thorough beating. By the time he had vented his anger, she had already turned into a frail little kitten lying on the sofa and fake-crying. "Boo-hoo, Little Fox, why did you block my way..."
"Hui, you need to pay a little more attention to the boundaries when interacting with others." Ying Ru Shi glanced at her. "Yellow Dog is different from us. He's a man, so you can't fool around with him the way you do with me."
Murong Hui paused