She said calmly, "I did wash up."
Yuan Lang chuckled. "Have you not seen your own face?"
Wu Yue: "..."
'Damn it! So what you're saying is I should go take a look in a mirror first?'
'Are you mocking me for being ugly? Is that it?'
Her expression immediately crumpled into a pathetic pout. "Maybe I was flying too high and started hallucinating."
'Heh, a black-bellied, sharp-tongued bastard like him? I wouldn't take him even if he threw himself at me for free.'
She snorted coldly and turned away, presenting Yuan Lang with the back of her somewhat frizzy-haired head.
Yuan Lang chuckled, leaning in closer to Wu Yue. "But you weren't wrong about one thing."
He chuckled, and his handsome, chiseled face nuzzled intimately against Wu Yue's still somewhat gaunt cheek. His voice grew deeper, more magnetic, laced with a hint of seduction. "I do have designs on you, and... quite a few, at that."
