Huo Shengnan's punch came without warning. Hu Xiaotian was utterly unprepared and took it squarely, his head snapping back as he cried, "I didn't know either..." He clutched his nose, tears streaming down his face.
Humiliated and furious, Huo Shengnan was convinced that Hu Xiaotian had used this filthy drawing to tease her, so she had put considerable force into the punch. Although she had not given him a nosebleed, his nose ached and stung, and his tears would not stop flowing.
Seeing his tears and snot pouring down, Huo Shengnan could not help laughing again. But when her gaze fell on the drawing, she wished the ground would swallow her. Gritting her teeth, she said, "You bastard."
Holding his nose and weeping, Hu Xiaotian said, "You broke open that wax pellet. How was I supposed to know what was inside? And you actually hit me! Right on my tall, straight nose!" He was brimming with indignation.
Only after hearing this did Huo Shengnan remember that she had indeed broken open the wax pellet herself. Hu Xiaotian surely could not have known what was inside. In all likelihood, she had misunderstood him.
Hu Xiaotian lowered his hand. Her punch had left his nose red and swollen. Women really were not to be trifled with-they struck viciously. She had forgotten all the hardships and joys they had shared along the way and thrown a punch without hesitation. Hu Xiaotian picked up the drawing and examined it. The Sun-Shooting Scripture? Damn it, it certainly lives up to its name. There was no question about it: that bastard Lin Jinyu had made a fool of him.
Seething inwardly, Hu Xiaotian directed all his fury at Lin Jinyu. He stuffed the Sun-Shooting Scripture inside his robe, rose, and walked away.
Huo Shengnan felt somewhat