Ning Tian wiped the wine off his face with disdain, complaining, "I say, Old Qin, next time can you spray in a different direction?"
Qin Mu looked embarrassed.
"And you, kid, can you give a warning next time before you drive? I haven't even started, and you're already on the highway."
"Come on, if you're still in the mood to drive, let's continue sparring with the array."
Qin Yi shook his head like a rattle drum, "Can you let me fill my stomach before you torment me?"
"It's sparring, mind your wording, making it sound like I'm bullying you."
Qin Yi muttered like a wronged wife, "Isn't it?"
Qin Mu took out a set of clothes for Qin Yi, "Put on some clothes first."
But Qin Yi put the clothes away, "I'll wear them after this lord is done tormenting me, or they'll get ruined."
Saying so, Qin Yi looked at Ning Tian, straightening his back, "Jealous? Feeling inferior?"
Qin Yi: "..."
"You are feeling inferior, don't be shy to admit it."
