Xiaohei's expression was cold: "Why are you out of bed? Didn't I tell you to lie down properly?"
"I'm worried this Miss might stir up trouble!"
Your Majesty doesn't have much experience dealing with women head-on. Xingxing worried he might not be able to fend off her sweet-talking attacks—after all, that Miss looks quite beautiful!
"You should worry about yourself!"
Xiaohei's face darkened like the bottom of a pot, his gaze sweeping over Xingxing.
Just then, a gust of wind blew in, and Xingxing couldn't help but sneeze.
Then, in the most ungraceful way possible, her nose started dripping.
She had grown up with Xiaohei like siblings, without any concept of male and female distinctions. In her rush to leave, she had forgotten to bring a handkerchief, so she took a deep sniff.
The snot was sucked back in!
Oh Xiaohei...
What a miserable feeling!
She clearly doesn't see me as a man.
