Yao Yue straightened up upon hearing Li Xiaoqiang's words and gave him a cold look, "You sure wish, I wouldn't have carried you to the tent if I weren't afraid you would get sick. I have no idea what you eat every day; you nearly crushed me to death."
Li Xiaoqiang, clutching his blanket, walked over to Yao Yue and chuckled, "How could I possibly crush you, Teacher Yao Yue? You're too much. I can't believe you'd say something like that."
"You--"
It was only then that Yao Yue realized what Li Xiaoqiang meant.
What a scoundrel, same old tricks even after all this time.
Seeing the dirt on Yao Yue's face, Li Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and said, "I can't believe my Teacher Yao Yue can't cook. You're such an embarrassment. Look at you, you're even worse than a little girl—your face looks like a patched-up tomcat. And your movements earlier, ah, I won't say anything more. A teacher should at least care about her image."
