Zhang Chaoqian hid behind the plane tree for quite a while before awkwardly coming out and saying, "I'm just going to smile and not talk."
"Enough, quit the yapping. Get down here!" Yan Huan said, looking down and taking out her handkerchief from her bag, planning to give Cheng Yue a quick wrap to stop the bleeding.
"Don't need it," Cheng Yue stiffened his neck, his face full of haughty pride, "You better not dress my wound, lest you get as stupid as I am. That'd be too much of a loss."
Yan Huan knew he was still angry about her calling him stupid earlier but didn't he also recklessly dump her into a mud pit?
Remembering this, she was so furious she clenched her teeth, "So you're worked up now, huh? With such pettiness, are you even a man?"