Fu Yunhe stood with both hands in his pockets, clenching the fabric of his trousers tightly inside.
Embarrassed, he held his head high and puffed out his chest, about to walk away when he stopped again.
It seemed like he was inadvertently admitting something without saying a word, so he composed himself until he seemed just like his usual self before walking towards the small wooden house.
"Xiao He!"
The call of "Xiao He" made Fu Yunhe's heart skip a beat with fear, giving him a sensation even more terrifying than battling the Insect Race.
"What's up?"
"Washing dishes." Nian Shutong leaned on the windowsill, poking her head out, looking Fu Yunhe up and down with a smirk, her gaze relishing the spectacle with too obvious an enjoyment.
Fu Yunhe felt as if he had been stripped naked; with an awkward smile, he said, "I'll go... go..."
"Go on then!"
Nian Shutong raised an eyebrow with a smile and closed the window.
