"Oh? You still know that you're a girl? Are girls shouting like this all day? You don't have the gentleness and reservedness a girl should have," Feng Jingcheng said, looking at Su Qingqing with a smile. "Women are like water. You're like soup at most, and there are too many chillis in it. You're choking me."
"It's delicious, okay?" Su Qingqing blurted out, but she immediately turned hostile. "You damn fox, you are the soup! I'll peel your skin and stew it into fox soup, and then sell it in front of the door of the Moon Square!" Su Qingqing said as she picked up a brush and threw it at Feng Jingjing.
"Hey, you—" Feng Jingcheng thought she was going to throw the brush over, so she took it. Unexpectedly, Su Qingqing remembered that she was still practicing calligraphy halfway, so she didn'
