"Assassination? Shen Yuan, maybe you should brush up on the law. I'm performing a public service, ridding the world of a pest."
With that, Li Zhi took a step forward, leaned in, and whispered, "After all, when a certain someone was poking my hair last week, that was some classic Selaan behavior!"
Shen Yuan's expression instantly soured. He stiffened his neck and, forcing a calm facade, retorted, "Th-that was the pen cap! It slipped on its own! What's that got to do with me!"
However, Li Zhi clearly didn't believe his explanation.
She raised an eyebrow, the tip of her ice cream stick slowly closing in on Shen Yuan's face as if it would poke him at any second.
Just as the tension peaked, Shen Yuan had a sudden stroke of genius. He snapped his mouth open and bit down on the ice cream stick in Li Zhi's hand.
Then, with a sharp jerk of his head, he forcefully yanked the ice cream stick right out of her hand.
