Chapter 72

The air inside the carriage was stifling.

QingWu rubbed her burning ears, feeling thoroughly embarrassed and exasperated.

Xiao Chenyuan had returned to his seat, but his knuckles now bore a row of teeth marks—courtesy of a certain ghost who had, in a fit of mortified anger, grabbed his hand and bitten it fiercely.

He glanced at the indentations on his finger and found himself unexpectedly amused. His gaze shifted back to her, only to see her glaring at him with indignation, her expression resembling a flustered kitten ready to pounce.

"What are you staring at? Thinking of trying again?" she snapped, guarding her ears protectively with a look of wary defiance.

"I won't," Xiao Chenyuan replied, shaking his head. He picked up the scripture book again but found himself unable to focus on it.

QingWu peeked over and asked curiously, "Why are you reading a scripture?"

"To make it easy when copy it."