Chuzheng felt that Xue Yuan was truly a jinx, whenever she said she'd be unlucky, she really did have misfortune befall her.
Falling into a pit late at night!
What bastard dug this hole here!
"Hahahahaha!"
Chuzheng glanced at the little thing laughing heartlessly beside her, got up calmly, and brushed the dirt off her body.
If it weren't for this little thing, would she have fallen?
And he still had the face to laugh.
"Told you you'd be unlucky," Xue Yuan said, lifting his chin, the cold moonlight casting a halo on him, making his face even more exquisite.
Chuzheng's hands itched to hit him.
But in the end, she only pinched her own face.
Soft, smooth, delicate, like a marshmallow.
Chuzheng pinched him again.
Xue Yuan seemed startled, frozen in place, with no reaction.
It wasn't until Chuzheng pinched him for the third time, finding it hard to stop, that Xue Yuan finally exploded, swatting Chuzheng's hand away, and angrily said, "You dare to pinch this noble self!!"