Mu Qingge smacked her lips twice, retracting her gaze from the damp, overweight figure, and sighed, "A clap of thunder on a clear day, that's how I'd describe this scene."
With the addition of Fatty Shao, there were occasional shrieks of surprise and pleas for mercy coming from the stream.
Mu Qingge adjusted her position, turning her back to the stream, too lazy to watch that lively scene.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a branch swaying in the forest and spotted a corner of goose-yellow thin silk among the pink peach blossoms.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mu Qingge slowly sat up, crossing her legs.
Holding a large-bellied wine jug between the fingers of her right hand, she rested her left elbow on her knee, her fist supporting her cheek. She curved her lips into a lazy, carefree smile and addressed the figure peeping from the forest, "Come out."
The figure lurking in the shadows seemed startled, causing the flower branches to shake even more vigorously.
