"You're addicted to kicking people, aren't you?" At the nick of time, Wang Yixuan rolled away, barely dodging the kick from Nan Qing that could have sent him to the hospital.
"Who told you to have ears that don't work?" Nan Qing showed no signs of guilt as she deftly turned around and secured the center position on the picnic mat with ease.
Wang Yixuan struggled to his feet from the grass, rubbing his forehead, "Nan Qing, when I first met you, I thought you were a lady. I didn't expect you to be a lunatic!"
As he spoke, Nan Qing happened to open a can of beer, took a big gulp, and gave a very pertinent review, "You're right, the local draft beer is indeed good."
"Since you didn't carry it here, of course, you think it's good." Wang Yixuan also opened a beer and didn't forget to roll his eyes at Nan Qing.
