Lei Ao was so angry he wanted to scream. He was just about to succeed, but a mosquito had ruined everything.
How could he not be furious? He suppressed his rage, looked imploringly at Tu Xiaoyue, and forced a smile. "There are just so many mosquitoes in the summer," he said. "I'll pour another. I refuse to believe another one will fall in."
Tu Xiaoyue was speechless. Two mosquitoes had fallen into her teacup in a row. She couldn't help but wonder, 'Could it be that even the heavens don't want me to drink this tea?'
Worried Tu Xiaoyue might get suspicious, Lei Ao quickly poured a fresh cup of tea and pushed it in front of her.
But strange things happen, and tonight was particularly strange. The new cup of tea had just been pushed in front of Tu Xiaoyue when, before she could even react, another death-defying mosquito brazenly flew in for a "swim."
It instantly contaminated the tea.
"Damn it! Where are all these mosquitoes coming from?"
