In his understanding, Bai Xue has always been a goddess who was unattainable. He had never seen such a disheveled Bai Xue before - her hair was lathered in a smear of egg yolk and white, causing everything to stick together. Her clothes were splattered with bits of leaves and tomatoes.
As he saw her in such a mess, Bai Xue also noticed her interesting appearance.
She smirked, "Eggs and tomatoes are so expensive today, yet they still dare to waste them!"
Did they learn such tricks from TV?
Would a scriptwriter who saw this farce sue them for plagiarism?
"You, you really have the nerve to joke at a time like this!" Gongze Yu pulled out some napkins and helped her to clean her hair.
Bai Xue avoided his intimate movement, "I can do it myself."
"You can't see it yourself." Gongze Yu insisted.
"Then it's unnecessary to clean it. I'm going to wash it off later anyway." Bai Xue was just as stubborn.
"Bai Xue, would it kill you to let me take care of you?" Gongze Yu was exasperated.
