The boat had already left the shore; no matter how furious Shen Tang was, she couldn't change the fact that the difficulty had increased. She tried to calm herself down. Gongxi Chou sensed that the danger had passed and cautiously studied Shen Tang's expression, only relaxing once he was sure she wouldn't stab him again.
Gongxi Chou apologized quietly. "...This was my fault."
The life-fire in Wei Cheng's eye sockets did a somersault, vividly demonstrating what it meant to roll one's eyes. "Hmph, what a spineless coward."
It had been an accident, a mistake caused by a twist of fate, not something he'd done on purpose. Apart from helplessly venting her anger, what could Shen Tang really do to Gongxi Chou? Still, his behavior was irritating. He had not a shred of masculine pride; his backbone was far too soft.
Gongxi Chou wished he could sew Wei Cheng's mouth shut.
Could the old bastard's skin get itchy if he didn't fan the flames for even one day?
Shen Tang had always been one to respond to gentleness, not force. Gongxi Chou had apologized of his own accord, so what could she do to him? She bent down in a bad mood, picked up the wig, dusted it off, used her fingers as a comb to smooth its tangled strands, and put it back on with practiced ease. When she turned around, she saw him with his head bowed, biting down hard on his lower lip. The muscles in his cheeks were suspiciously taut. He covered his face with one hand, a transparent attempt to hide his reaction. The sight made Shen Tang's anger flare.
"Why are you holding it in? You had the guts to cause trouble, but not the guts to laugh?"
Gongxi Chou struggled to compose himself. Only