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"Let go of me, you simple-minded brute."
"Who are you calling simple-minded? If you have the guts, say that again."
"You still won't admit you're simple-minded? Just look at you—so dense that you can't understand me after one explanation, and now you want me to repeat it." Zhu Hui cast him a disdainful glance and sighed, "Alas! You're truly hopelessly stupid."
"You—" Yang Qianfan felt the veins on his forehead bulging with anger. Every time he faced Zhu Hui's seemingly reasonable arguments, he always appeared dull and tongue-tied, unable to retort. "Fine... fine... I'll admit I'm not good with words, but you..."
"What do you mean not good with words? Being stupid is just being stupid; there's nothing wrong with admitting it."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm too stupid." Yang Qianfan responded dismissively. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he suddenly thrust his hand into her pocket and snatched the exquisite bottle.
After successfully grabbing the bottle, he examined it for a moment but couldn't make sense of the writing on it.
"What does it say up there in such a crooked manner?" Yang Qianfan held the bottle up and asked curiously.
"Give it back to me! With your IQ, how could you possibly understand what's written on it?" Zhu Hui was hopping around him like a frantic flea, trying to reclaim the bottle he had taken.
Seeing her attempt to snatch it back only fueled his excitement further. He raised the bottle high above his head, letting Zhu Hui jump around him in frustration without being able to reach it. "I’ll give the bottle back to you, but you have to tell me what’s actually inside it!"
Zhu Hui frowned and shot him an exasperated look before sighing helplessly. "It's Tibetan Safflower Oil. Are you satisfied now? Quickly give me back my oil." As she spoke, she tiptoed again to try and grab the oil from his hand.
"So that's what it says—Tibetan Script. No wonder I couldn't understand it." Yang Qianfan curiously opened the cap and leaned in to sniff it before asking with a grin, "What do you need Tibetan Safflower Oil for? To treat internal rheumatism?" He lifted the bottle even higher.
“Stop shaking and give it back to me, do you hear?” Zhu Hui shouted at him in frustration as he continued to make things difficult.
“You think I’m shaking? Fine, very well.” Yang Qianfan’s gaze hardened as he poured the entire bottle of red flower oil onto the ground in front of her, leaving not a single drop behind, soaking the dry weeds beneath.
Seeing this, Zhu Hui was infuriated and jumped up to kick him.
“Ouch!” Yang Qianfan instinctively retaliated with a kick of his own. He hadn’t thought it through and didn’t gauge the force behind it, so his kick was swift and fierce, knocking Zhu Hui down to the ground.
“Zhu, are you okay?” Tang Hui exclaimed, rushing to her side in alarm.
Zhu Hui sat on the ground, her body curled up and trembling, pain coursing through her like a venomous snake from her leg to the rest of her body.
Yang Qianfan looked down at her from above, puzzled. He stepped closer and asked, “Hey, you little Dwarf Winter Melon, can’t you take a kick? Sitting there on the ground like that, trying to play the victim?”
Zhu Hui lowered her head and ignored him, still shaking.
“Zhu, your skirt is wet. Did your blister burst?” Tang Hui suddenly cried out.
“Blister?” Yang Qianfan felt a jolt of surprise. He leaned in closer to Zhu Hui, rolling his eyes and pretending to be indifferent while secretly observing her every move. He saw her cautiously lift a corner of her skirt, revealing two legs covered in blisters that looked horrifying yet evoked sympathy at first glance.
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