After waiting for a while and seeing that Ye Zhi was still facing away from him with the back of her head, Gong Juechen spoke again: "Didn't you say you'd throw me into a dung pit if I irritate you again? Why don't you just throw me in? As long as you're not angry, whatever happens to me doesn't matter."
Ye Zhi immediately turned her head and glared at him furiously: "Are you bringing that up now because you want me to throw up what I just ate?!"
"No, not at all," Gong Juechen said with a look of being wronged, "I just want you not to be angry. I really feel for you..."
"Get lost!" Ye Zhi didn't believe a word of Gong Juechen's cheesy speech, "Believing you, now that would be a joke!"
"Isn't there supposed to be a joke?" Gong Juechen looked puzzled as if she was always saying strange things.
Ye Zhi didn't believe in ghosts and spirits. Hearing Gong Juechen's words, she only then remembered that she was now living in an era where people believed in ghosts and spirits.
