"—Am I interrupting you two?"
A faint, melancholy voice suddenly rang out, startling both young wizards.
Jiang Yu was the first to react.
With a smile at the corner of her lips, she stood openly in the doorway, the plaque engraved with issue number 1314 hanging conspicuously from her belt.
Zheng Qing, on the other hand, looked as though he had seen a ghost.
"—Why are you here?" He looked at Su Shijun, who had suddenly appeared behind him, his face slightly pale, as if he had nearly suffered a heart attack. The intense déjà vu made him wonder whether he had fallen under some terrifying memetic curse—every time he met one of the witches, the other would suddenly appear.
Su Shijun looked at him with a half-smile.
"What? I'm not allowed to come? Or were you planning to do something behind my back?" Her gaze swept over the plaque at Jiang Yu's waist before finally settling on the cheek the wizard had just covered. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "—They say cats like to sneak bites of fish. Seems that saying is true enough."
Only then did Zheng Qing realize what she meant and hurriedly wiped his face.
He gave an awkward laugh.
Just as he was about to speak, the Archwizard across from him suddenly took off her red-rimmed glasses, leaned forward, and breathed a fragrant scent. "—Since someone else broke the rules, don't blame me for breaking them too."
Then, with a smack, she kissed the other side of the wizard's face.
As everyone knew,
Su Shijun without her glasses was beautiful enough to be against the rules.
So when she used rule-breaking means to break the rules, Zheng Qing had no way to defend himself—this was not some vile magical curse, after all. He could hardly smear