After Li Qing began to speak, Jing Yan's attitude softened dramatically, losing any semblance of toughness and instead adopted a tenderness akin to a gentle, clinging bird, "In that case, let's follow my husband's view."
This sickeningly sweet sentence made everyone's expressions around them look as if they had just eaten a heaping handful of Coptis, — that wasn't bitterness, that was an uncomfortable feeling scratching at their hearts and tickling their insides.
Especially Dian Chunqiu, his gaze nearly turned into daggers.
You scoundrel, is this what you call being on tenterhooks, as if walking on thin ice?
Look at her attitude, so cloying as if it's mixed with dozens of spoonfuls of sugar, so sweet it's nauseating.
Dian Chunqiu darkly eyed Li Qing, calculating in his mind how to give this youngster an appropriate setback, making him pay a certain price for his previously pinnacle performance, thoroughly deceiving him as if mocking a ghost.
