Tang Chuxia stared at Gu Beihuai, who was pointing at her nose and scolding her, with a guilty expression on her face.
She had no idea that there was an iron rod in her backpack.
That iron rod had become a lightning rod.
The lightning was chasing her, and the fact that it did not strike her dead was due to the exceptional grace of the heavens.
Or perhaps it was that Duke of Thunder's poor eyesight, failing to align correctly.
Otherwise, by now Tang Chuxia would have already turned into a charred figure.
Tang Chuxia looked at the scorched iron rod in her backpack, which now even had magnetism.
Gu Beihuai pinched Tang Chuxia's cheek, "Where's your brain?"
Tang Chuxia swatted his hand away, "If I hadn't come looking for you, would I have been struck by lightning?"
She even turned the tables on him, which almost made Gu Beihuai want to bite her dead, but biting to death was unrealistic; a kiss, however, was possible.
