Looking up, it was precisely Wuyue's arrogant yet chillingly charming face.
I felt embarrassed inside, hurriedly breaking free from Yu Longting's embrace, "It's none of your business if it hurts the eyes, you're just jealous, aren't you, single dog—ouch."
As I broke free from Yu Longting's arms, my body instantly lost its balance.
Falling backwards into the water tank, a large splash erupted.
I quickly dog-paddle to stand steadily in the water and saw Madam Zhao was still standing in the tank.
Moreover, the face she had just dried was wetted again by me.
Suddenly becoming nervous, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please don't be angry."
"It's just a bit of water, no worries." Madam Zhao's aura was much colder and more distant than usual.
She was like an untouchable iceberg lotus, the oppressive force around her more terrifying than anyone I've ever seen.
