Lu Xiyao's words were like a bucket of cold water suddenly poured over Lu Qingyu's head, and her face instantly turned pale. A hint of resentment flashed through her downcast eyes, but it quickly vanished. "I know that only you, Xiyao, can match such a peerless man. I would be satisfied just seeing him from afar."
Only then did a pleased smile appear on Lu Xiyao's face. She adjusted her collar, lifted her head, puffed out her chest, and walked elegantly towards the riverbank.
By this time, Nalan Jing and Cang Ming had already emerged from the mud, walked to the riverbank, and washed the mud off their hands and feet, then put on their shoes and socks.
"This gentleman, I am Lu Xiyao." Lu Xiyao's voice was sweet and charming, her cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with springtime affection as she gazed affectionately at Nalan Jing.
Nalan Jing's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, a cold light flashed in his deep purple eyes, and he coldly uttered a single word, "Scram!"
