Under the bright moonlight, the goat kid carried the expressionless Daozi, while the graceful girl sat sideways behind, leisurely strolling across the lake.
To be honest, the scene was quite beautiful, though Yucha kept covering her face throughout, just like a little wife who had been wronged.
Zheng Zetian rubbed his nose,
"Why don't you hold onto my shoulder? You look quite thin; if we squeeze together, we might just fit. Sitting sideways might cause you to slip off—you're dressed so thinly. You'll catch a cold if you fall into the lake."
Yucha gritted her teeth and huffed angrily,
"Don't talk to me! If acquaintances see my face, I'll lose all my dignity!"
Zheng Zetian shrugged, leaving her be, but after a while, he couldn't help rubbing his nose again,
"The smell on you is too strong. How long has it been since you bathed?"
"You! Ahhh!!"
Yucha's silver teeth were about to be ground to dust,
"I bathe every day! This is natural body fragrance!"
