Chapter 125: I Must Have Been Unlucky for Eight Lifetimes

Bai Zhi simply couldn't hold back any longer, her eyes nearly brimming with tears, she abruptly pulled Moh Li away.

"I must've been cursed in my past eight lifetimes to have met you. Get out!"

Is this what he called making fire?

Was he trying to choke her to death?

Bai Zhi took one look and saw that the pot was full of firewood, packed tight, barely able to fit anymore.

"The fire needs to be hollow, don't you understand?"

Bai Zhi quickly removed all the twigs and left only two or three, then relit them with a match.

Before long, the fire had caught.

Only then did she slowly add a slightly larger piece to it.

The moment Moh Li was shoved aside, he paused, her furious demeanor a stark contrast to her usual cool detachment.

When Bai Zhi turned around after making the arrangements, Moh Li was actually daydreaming, which immediately frustrated her even more.