If she were still the same spiteful little wretch as before, Liang Yuening wouldn't bother with her, but after turning white, with no more moles on her face, she seemed like a completely different person—clean, fair, and delicate, and with such a petite figure, just like those young maidresses in Dayuan, around eleven or twelve, yet to reach adulthood.
"Cough," he coughed awkwardly, feeling somewhat guilty as he looked at her slightly green and tender little face. He felt like he was picking on a child.
"It was actually you being sarcastic," he muttered in defense, angry at himself for feeling so vulnerable.
Why did he have to explain himself to her?
It's just that her face was too much; despite being eighteen already, she still looked like a little girl. He contemptuously dismissed her in his mind.
Dong Huiying was about to explode with anger. "Close your eyes!"
"Huh?"
