Song Yueqin saw An Hao looking over and said with a cheeky smile, "Oh dear, I'm really sorry, I didn't see you eating your biscuit here and I accidentally knocked you over."
"Then you must be blind!" An Hao glared at her, her eyes blazing with anger.
Seeing An Hao get angry, Song Yueqin was even more pleased with herself. She squatted down, picked up the thoroughly mud-soaked book from the mire with two fingers, and clucked her tongue, "Oh dear, the book is completely drenched in mud now, such a shame..."
"Song Yueqin, you brought this upon yourself today." An Hao gritted her teeth, her expression darkening, and with a swift lift of her foot, she kicked the squatting Song Yueqin hard into the mud pit.
"Ah!" Song Yueqin hadn't expected An Hao to actually kick her, and with a splat, she tumbled into the muddy water.
Though it was springtime and not too cold, being covered in mud was no pleasant experience.