"You're stalking me!" the girl blurted, finger stabbing the air in his direction.
Fang Yuan only shook his head, expression unreadable. "From how I'm seeing things, it's you who's stalking me. I clearly saw you heading south."
Her mouth opened, then snapped shut. Opened again—nothing came out.
She looked like a fish gasping for air before finally spinning on her heel and marching toward the counter.
"Innkeeper! I want a room. As far away from this creep as possible!"
Fang Yuan blinked. For a moment, his mind was blank.
Then, deadpan, he thought, What the heck happened to the kind, generous maiden from earlier? How did we go from 'thank you, good man' to 'burn this pervert alive' in one afternoon?
He rubbed his forehead, suppressing the chuckle tugging at his lips.
"Women," he muttered under his breath. "Heaven's greatest mystery."
The innkeeper, caught between them, looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.
