Mù Qiānxún was berated by Ou Zun, she snuffled, feeling wronged, shot a resentful look at the dirty Lu Lingxi, and muttered quietly: "It was him who provoked me first."
Ou Zun's face remained unchanged, very dark.
He stroked her head, and pulled a face.
Then he glared at Lu Lingxi who was standing next to him: "You too, why do you provoke her? Don't you know she's prickly all over?"
Even Ou Zun himself gets pricked when he provokes her, let alone Lu Lingxi, a stranger!
Isn't that asking for death!
Lu Lingxi opened his mouth, with something stuck in his throat, neither up nor down, it's like eating huanglian can't say bitter indeed!
The incident today, could he be considered as the one who started the trouble?
Well, thinking about it, he was in the wrong too.
With the current dreary appearance of Lu Lingxi, as he touched his nose feeling its stickiness, he sighed helplessly with hands spread out: "It's my fault, I swear I will never provoke your little beast again."
