Feeling the long breaths and faint rouge scent from the woman before her, Miss Lu's body shivered suddenly, she retreated three steps, stammering.
"Zhu, Zhu... sister."
"Don't call me sister, I should be calling you sister." Zhu Pingniang glared at Miss Lu.
Just after she touched up her makeup, thinking the Ni Zi took a long time, and felt today's rain was odd, she wanted to pick up the girl earlier.
But then, the Ni Zi was there speaking ill of her.
"It's alright for me to be hungry for a moment, isn't it?" Zhu Pingniang smiled.
"..." Miss Lu swallowed, gently retreating with a parasol: "Sister, this is a misunderstanding."
"No worries, I deserve to starve." Zhu Pingniang smiled warmly, then quietly, a short whip appeared in her palm, she skillfully twirled it in her hand, then tilted her head: "Ni Zi, what did you just say about me to Ms. Yun?"
Miss Lu: "..."
