"Shen Hanyi" raised her hand holding the feather duster and paused in mid-air, looking at the pair—one big, one small—before her, she ultimately sighed helplessly.
The duster in her hand turned into specks of golden light and dissipated.
"Kneel down, all of you!" she commanded with a stern face.
"Zhou Qing" didn't hesitate, kneeling down with a crisp "thud."
Lu Yaoyao also obediently knelt beside him, sneaking a tug at his sleeve.
"Shen Hanyi" glanced at the two kneeling upright, a hint of a smile flickered in her eyes, but she quickly steeled her face again: "Do you know your mistake?"
"We know!" the two chorused.
"Will you dare do it again next time?"
"We won't dare!"
"Shen Hanyi" finally couldn't hold her sternness, her lips slightly curved upward, softening the outline beneath her veil: "Stand up."
Lu Yaoyao cheered instantly, flipping up like a carp leaping out of water, and didn't forget to lift the kneeling "Zhou Qing" along.
