"Why are you all staring at me? Don't tell me you don't recognize me after just a few days?" Qinghe looked at them amused.
Nalan Xue lunged at Qinghe like a wolf, ranting furiously, "Qinghe, you bastard, you disappear as soon as vacation starts, either too busy or your phone's off! Today, you have to fess up and tell us where you've been!"
She was met with the trembling, wobbling peaks, and Qinghe couldn't hold back a snort of laughter, quickly sidestepping to avoid.
"Ouch!" Losing her target, Nalan Xue had charged too fiercely and failed to stop, crashing directly into the door and letting out a scream.
Xiang Lanlan saw her slowly sliding down the door, squatting on the floor, grinning and grimacing, and worried she really hurt herself, hurried over to help her up. Qinghe stopped her with a hand.
Nudging her chin toward Nalan Xue, she said, "Don't mind her; if that little force could hurt her, she'd be made of paper."
