Everything was strange about Weisheng suddenly wanting Xiaoling to take a breather when he should've been mad at her for rejecting him. Things weren't adding up.
"Why do you want me to take a breather?" Xiaoling asked in a complaining tone, "I thought you wanted me to suffer, considering you wanted me beheaded." She scoffed.
Weisheng looked through the wood separation gaps again, and their eyes met. She looked away instantly, amusing Weisheng further.
"Do you really think I dare even desire that?" Weisheng asked nonchalantly.
"Hmph!" Xiaoling sneered, "You were so confident before Lord Arbiter."
Weisheng kept his attention on copying the scriptures, "If he would actually resort to beheading you, I would offer my head in your stead. But look at him, scolding me for a joke." He chuckled.
Xiaoling pouted, "You suck at jokes."
Weisheng looked up from the scriptures in surprise, "Don't tell me you took it seriously."
