"Do you have to be like this, Huanhuan?"
Lu Yi frowned and reached out, trying to adjust Yan Huan's hair, but ended up smearing mud on it instead. A pile of mud fell from her hair as she lowered her head. She bristled. Was this man intentionally smearing mud on her?!
Bending over, she grabbed a fistful of mud and tried to hurl it at Lu Yi's expensive suit. Instead, she lost her balance and plunged into the freshly-watered soil.
Pa! She crashed into the mud. Lu Yi quickly went to give her a hand, but it was too late. The damage was already done; she was a pitiful thing plastered in mud.
The mud on her clothes smeared onto Lu Yi's as he helped her up.
When the two of them returned, Old Master Lu's eyes were as wide as a
bull's.
"Aren't you two too old to be playing with mud?"
