Moonlight cascaded like a waterfall.
The shattered square table sprayed wood splinters across the floor, while the toppled oil lamp skidded along the wooden planks, leaving a trail of fire like a serpent.
The gaze of the Western Region girl was like a frozen lake in the dead of winter.
The moment their eyes met,
Xu Yuan gently caressed Li Junwu's bare foot, his eyes fixed on her delicate yet strikingly beautiful features. He smiled softly and spoke in a tender voice:
"Hey, what's with this temper tantrum you're throwing here?"
"...."
The man's gentle words carried an unmistakable displeasure, briefly stunning Jia Yi, whose cold gaze flickered for an instant. It seemed she hadn't expected him to accuse her first, like a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black.
Beside them, Li Junwu reacted quickly, sighing lightly, withdrawing her foot abruptly, and softly remarked:
"You don't need to be so serious with her. After all, she's helped me quite a bit along the way."
