"Ah, my dear Miss Lanlan, are you trying to beat me to death?" Nalan Xue pleaded with a teasing smile, knowing she was truly angry, such a gentle person actually hitting her hand so hard.
"Enough, if you don't want to smile, then don't. Your hand is full of germs, don't touch anything carelessly." Xiang Lanlan had fire in her eyes and her words were not kind.
Nalan Xue's eyelid twitched. What germs could her hand possibly have? It's not as if she was performing surgery and needed to worry about infection; exposed to wind and sun every day, how could her hands have fewer germs?
After much ado, she couldn't arouse a shred of sympathy, and the questioning in the eyes of these unfeeling girls was all too obvious. Nalan Xue helplessly shook her head.
