Mingshu covered her suddenly red nose and tearfully raised her head.
Si Chu's lips held a mocking grin as he looked down at her from above. He raised his hand to rub her reddened forehead, his expression clearly malevolent, yet he said, "How can you be so careless? Do you not look where you're going when you walk?"
Mingshu: ...
How was she supposed to know someone would suddenly pop up out of nowhere?!
Si Chu seemed to find her appearance quite amusing, treating it like a fun new toy as he rubbed and rubbed the reddened skin, his voice laced with jest, "How did you raise yourself to be so delicate, turning red with just a touch on your tender skin?"
Feeling overwhelmed by anger, Mingshu raised her hand and smacked his palm hard, but Si Chu just happened to pull his hand away. Her slap landed squarely on her own forehead with a resonant smack.
"..."
Si Chu couldn't hold back and started laughing lowly, propping his hand against his forehead.
