The man halted in his tracks, his palm pressing against the back of his head.
Sheng Youxia ran over to his side with a radiant smile, apologizing as she spoke, "I meant to throw it somewhere else, but the wind was too strong. It blew off course and hit you on the head."
Fu Shilv listened to her sly defense, "So the wind is that flirtatious, huh? Blowing with such force."
Sheng Youxia's eyes sparkled and a flush of red swept over her fair face upon hearing his words, "I think the wind isn't vigorous enough, it should blow your mouth crooked."
"Then wouldn't that look bad? It would be so embarrassing to be seen with me."
Sheng Youxia brushed her hair with her hand, sweeping it back over her shoulder. It was still cold outside, and a thin mist of breath could be seen as she spoke.
"Who said I was going to take you out?"
"Yet you brought me back to the Sheng Family today."