"Is your stomachache better?"
He finally stopped walking, and she braked hard, almost crashing into his back.
Gu Qili hastily took a step back, slightly resentful that he stopped suddenly without warning.
Mu Shuoqian turned his body halfway, his cool gaze falling on her upturned delicate face, and said icily, "You think it won't hurt your stomach to eat the wind?"
"Just showing some concern, sheesh, talk about casting pearls before swine, completely unappreciated." Gu Qili muttered with a sense of grievance, suddenly realizing, "I'm not calling myself a dog here."
Mu Shuoqian looked at her for a while; her hair was a little frizzy from the sun, like some kind of canine animal, soft and endearing, making one want to ruffle and play with it.
