Yang Xing chuckled at Xue Rui. "Stand still and take your punishment."
Xue Rui knew, of course, that the little missy would see through his terrible acting. He wasn't trying to make it convincing; he was just creating an opportunity for her to vent her anger.
After Xue Rui had stood feebly under the tree for a few minutes, Gu Muxue sighed from inside the car. She spoke softly, "Get in here. Don't let Xiaobu get wet."
"Alright, leader." Xue Rui hunched over and scurried toward the car.
Yang Xing shook his head. He had noticed Gu Muxue's foul expression long ago. She had most likely gotten into a fight with Xue Rui.
'She went soft after just a few minutes?'
"Muxue, I think he's pretty tough," Yang Xing teased, trying to cheer Gu Muxue up.
"I was just worried Xiaobu would catch a cold," Gu Muxue said with a pout.
"Right, makes sense," Yang Xing chuckled.
It wasn't the first or second time this young couple had fought. Anyway, they'd make up in a few days.
