"Pfft—cough cough—cough cough—"
The rice had gone down Lu Fengxuan's throat the wrong way, triggering a bout of heart-wrenching coughing.
After coughing for a while, she managed to calm down by drinking two mouthfuls of water.
Wei Hang looked even more miserable, with rice grains all over his face—forehead, eyebrows, and cheeks. He stared at Lu Fengxuan without moving, looking utterly ridiculous.
"Sorry..." Lu Fengxuan saw his sorry state and graciously handed him a tissue.
Wei Hang reached out to take the tissue, wiped his face, paused to glance at her briefly, his expression dark.
"I think I misheard you earlier. What did you say? Something about… a wonderful night?" Lu Fengxuan couldn't help but ask.
Wei Hang frowned deeply, staring at the rice grains on the tissue with visible disgust.
Hearing her question, he thought she was pretending to be clueless, and replied sharply:
