"Who are you supposed to be?" Cunlü raised her chin, her expression utterly indifferent.
Passionfruit gave a faint chuckle. "Hello, Ms. Cunlü. I'm Passionfruit.
We've actually met before.
But I was with Ms. Old School Striking King at the time... so I really didn't expect you to have so little recollection of me."
Cunlü raised an eyebrow. "So you're one of that original batch of fruit desserts from Asking Sword, Young Wanderer Under Heaven?
Ha! Doesn't that just make you one of Young Master's lackeys?
Why would I ever notice you?
Besides, you weren't the one hanging out with Old School Striking King, were you?
There are so many of you fruits, she probably can't even put faces to your names... anyway, she only needs to remember Young Master, doesn't she?"
Cunlü had always been aggressive.
Especially when this Passionfruit fellow actually tried to drag Old School Striking King into it.
A trace of disdain curled at the corner of Cunlü's mouth... did he really think he could play the same games as Young Master?
Old School Striking King would beat Young Master up and leave it at that because the boy genuinely had no malice in him. He was thinking of pranks, not anything sordid.
This fellow had deliberately made his tone so suggestive, clearly hoping his listeners would take it the wrong way.
Granted, Passionfruit might have been trying to distract Cunlü so he could test whether she had truly accepted her fate.
But once those words got out... ha!
Passionfruit was something that could make you sick if you ate it on an empty stomach or had too much.
And it was extremely cooling, too.
In truth, there were plenty of rumors about Old School Striking King, and countless people spreading lies about her... considering her explosive