Nalan Xue was drinking her beverage when she heard the news and spit it out upon seeing that Qinghe was sitting across from her. Subconsciously, she dashed outside, and thus, the tragedy befell the boy.
Wulai's face turned a bit dark. Logically, this should have been a good opportunity to strike up a conversation with the beauty, but considering the part of him that got wet, his expression soured. However, gazing at her delicate, luscious lips made Wulai feel a strange warmth surge through his body. Nalan Xue was seated, and the boy was standing, so when she spat out her drink, it naturally hit a sensitive spot.
A scoundrel? Nalan Xue's face sported a weird expression, her cheeks slightly puffed, as if she was holding back a laugh, her shoulders quivering. Damn it, I'm going to burst holding it in; scoundrel, if I weren't intent on giving this loathsome guy a good lesson, I'd be laughing myself to pieces. Her dad really had foresight, giving his son such a "good" name.
