Slap, slap sounds echoed by the lake, accompanied by the occasional yelp from Lu Mengyao, Liu Mang couldn't help it anymore, "I'm telling you, wife, other people go to romantic and atmospheric places for a date, why did we have to come to the lakeside to feed the mosquitoes? We eat food, and the mosquitoes eat us too. Hey, don't move, there's another one on your leg, I'll kill it right now."
As Liu Mang spoke, he slapped his hand down, and the crisp sound of the slap crushed the mosquito, causing Lu Mengyao to cry out in pain, "Can't you be a little more gentle? This is flesh, not wood, doesn't it hurt? Wuu wuu wuu, look at my leg, you've turned it all red with your slapping, look at this handprint."
"Then I really must have a good look." Liu Mang's face drew closer, and Lu Mengyao quickly retracted, rolling her eyes at him, "No looking, I think you're even more annoying than the mosquitoes."
