"Brother Jing, I have a few questions for you." Little Minghui seized her chance and stopped Jing Kewei at the doorway.
"L-little girl." Jing Kewei looked puzzled. "You wanted me?"
"Yes."
Little Minghui glanced at Lien inside the room, smiled at him, then pulled Jing Kewei aside. "Brother Jing, how did you meet Seventh Sister?"
Jing Kewei's face was covered in bruises, with a scratch on his chin. He had assumed the little girl had come to stand up for Lien, who was particularly attached to her, so he was rather surprised when she asked about Qian Wanyu instead. "Your Seventh Sister?"
"Oh, oh, you mean my lady." Jing Kewei carefully recalled what had happened and recounted every last detail.
"Seventh Sister was actually unconscious then," she murmured.
Seeing the little girl muttering to herself, Jing Kewei excused himself and returned to the room. But the moment he opened the door, one of Lien's wooden arrows greeted him. "What kind of hero shoots people from ambush?"
"I'm going to beat you today."
They had agreed yesterday that whoever won would get the bed. Lien felt the other man had only won through sheer luck, taking advantage of his height and the cramped room, leaving him to sleep on the cold floor all night.
Jing Kewei had lived among the beastfolk for a while. Occasionally, there were people in the caravan who spoke their language very well, and everyone would exchange a few phrases when they had nothing to do. Over time, he had learned to understand the beastfolk and could manage simple conversations. Yesterday, he had tried talking to the little fellow, Lien, but the brat had completely ignored him.
Splash.
Jing Kewei put the well water to practical use, sending a jet straight into Lien's face. At the same