Mingshu stared blankly, lips parted, her gaze dazed, clearly unable to react to the current situation, as icy water found every crevice, sweeping over her, enveloping her.
Her previously scalding body suddenly cooled down, the cold seeping into her marrow, clearing her chaotic mind for a brief moment.
Mingshu lifted her pale little face, her gaze wavering as she looked at Si Chu standing before her, her tone filled with grief and indignation, "Heartless bastard, you have no heart!"
Si Chu, with an expression of cool indifference, pressed her struggling form back down, his brow furrowing slightly as he regarded her, "Where did you learn such words?"
Mingshu sat back down with a plump, his seemingly moderate force pressing her down and rendering her immobile, splashing water onto his gown. Seeing his brow furrowed tightly, she spitefully splashed water onto him, puffing her fair cheeks and cursing through gritted teeth, "If you dare, let me go, and we'll have a fight to the death!"