As they walked along the alley, there were a few times when Ouyang Xueqing had almost bashed Ling Xiaochen's head against the wall.
The girl had acted all jittery ever since they walked out. Her face was flustered as it was imbued with a pink hue, making her almond colored eyes stood out brighter. There were traces of sweat on her forehead, yet it still made her look like a troubled beauty, making people wished to help her.
Even though she had freckled on some part of her face, yet it didn't diminish her beauty. She was surely going be a devastating beauty when she grew up.
It was all okay, if not for her irritating mumble. "Do I look okay? Can you smell me please? Do I smell weird? What should I say later? What if I messed up? Could you practice with me, you will be An Zhengnan, okay?"
Ouyang Xueqing seethed as her temple throbbed in pain. "Shut up!"
