Xue Yunshu leaned toward Pei Yan, deliberately putting distance between herself and Mei Wanying. It was already perfectly clear who she was scorning.
The anger Xue Xingyao had struggled to suppress flared up again.
Before she could curse, she watched as Mei Wanying elegantly lifted her cup and splashed the tea in Xue Yunshu's face.
"If the stench is making you sick, then this should clear your head."
"Miss Xue, no need to thank me. It was nothing." Mei Wanying took out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped her slender fingers.
She had a beautiful face, and her fingers were just as lovely.
Slender as scallion tips, they were fair and delicate, with perfectly pink nails. Every detail was almost unfairly beautiful.
Pei Yan jerked his gaze away, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.
Mei Wanying couldn't have cared less about the man's reaction.
'If he finds me to be an eyesore, he can just close his eyes.'
