Wearing the thick scarf, Chu Qiao was as good as blind. She complained, "What are you doing? This is a scarf worn in desert storms to protect your face. If I wear this I will not be able to see the way."
Zhuge Yue ignored her complaints, and insisted, "If you cannot see, just follow me. I will show you the way."
Chu Qiao did not buy his nonsense, as she thought to herself if she had to wear such thick scarf, why did she need to wear makeup?
Carefully walking a few steps, she nearly hit the table.
"So stupid!" Zhuge Yue stepped up and pulled on her hand. Angrily, he chided, "Follow me!"
Chu Qiao suddenly started struggling. "Let me go!"
