The rain grew heavier, and the wind blew the rain into the pavilion, hitting Situ Jing's face.
The sound of the wind and rain, together with the sound of the lake in the storm, made him temporarily unsure whether the sentence he just heard was true.
"What did you say?" Situ Jing stared intently at Gu Ling and asked.
Gu Ling saw a figure moving behind a large tree not far away, without an umbrella, undoubtedly soaked through. He couldn't see the person clearly, but he saw a fish, head up and tail down, swaying and jumping in mid-air...
"Oh," Gu Ling said indifferently, "Do you dare or not?"
He repeated what he said earlier, but not entirely.
Situ Jing's heart sank and then rose suddenly. His fists clenched subconsciously, "Are you... playing a joke on me?"
Gu Ling withdrew his gaze, frowning slightly, "Do you think I am very idle?"
