"You, you, you—"
Three successive "you"s were enough to convey Qian Sisi's shock.
Just running water, why the readiness for battle?
The man's dark and steady gaze enveloped the flustered Qian Sisi, his voice carrying a hint of deranged pride, "Are you satisfied with what you've seen?"
Smash! Satisfied my foot!
Qian Sisi clenched her teeth and braced herself, "Could it be broken? Otherwise, why hasn't the water come out for so long!"
The handsome man, originally smiling smugly, suddenly stiffened, then shattered like a cracked mask.
"Broken?" The man's face darkened as he dangerously turned and closed in on her.
Qian Sisi still had a grip on the man's waistband, neither holding nor letting go was right; she could only retreat step by step in time with the man's pace until there was no more room to retreat, her eyes squinting like crescent moons, "I—I was just joking, you know?"
A wise man does not suffer losses in front of him; Qian Sisi knew this rule of the streets well!
