Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Eleven: Reeds and Rushes
Zhou Ziyan waved at Zhou Xuanyu with a mischievous grin.
Zhou Xuanyu nodded, his indifferent gaze sweeping past them as he chose a table by the window. Junxi heard him pull out a chair for the Infant Water Spirit and caught her sweet voice saying, "Thank you," as she sat down.
"Sis, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and order!" Jun Xuan leaned in as he pushed the menu over to her. "Don't look back, but I have to tell you, the person sitting behind you is the famous streamer, Infant Water Spirit. A lot of people in our class like her. She's a star! Who would have thought a celebrity would be dining in the hall?"
It was rare to hear Jun Xuan talk so much at once.
Junxi smiled. "You like her too?"
"I don't." Jun Xuan straightened up, a hint of pride in his tone. "I think she's not as pretty as you."
Junxi's smile widened. "You've finally wised up. When did you learn to sweet-talk?"
"Sweet-talking is Zhou Ziyan's specialty; I don't want to learn that."
"Hey, why are you dragging me into this?" Zhou Ziyan gestured for the waiter to wait a moment while handing Junxi the menu, nodding at Jun Xuan. "But I agree with your previous statement; your sister is indeed hundreds of times more beautiful than that streamer."
Jun Xuan pouted. "Look, here we go again."
“……”
The atmosphere at the dining table was lively, thanks to Zhou Ziyan and Jun Xuan's playful banter. In contrast, Zhou Xuanyu's table was eerily quiet, with only a few short exchanges that felt as brief as telegrams.
The Infant Water Spirit shouldn't be someone who struggles to find topics of conversation. It seemed that dining in the hall was somewhat inconvenient for her status…
During the meal, Jun Xuan excused himself to go to the restroom.
With only the two of them left at the table, Zhou Ziyan swirled the clear water in his goblet, taking sip after sip.
Junxi appeared somewhat distracted, which made him feel distracted as well.
“What are you thinking about?”
Zhou Ziyan casually asked, thoughtfully offering her some of his cut-up beef while swapping her untouched plate for his.
Junxi responded with a soft “Eh.”
“Eh what? Look at you, acting all dazed. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think you didn’t know how to use a knife and fork,” Zhou Ziyan teased, seizing the opportunity to grasp her hand that held the fork.
His palm felt slightly cool, revealing a hint of nervousness.
How dare he take advantage of her!
Junxi lifted her foot from under the table and lunged toward him, but before she could retract her hand, a sharp voice rang out behind her.
“Zhou Ziyan!” It was a piercing female voice.
The quiet restaurant seemed to explode with the sound.
The woman in the red dress, wearing high heels, rushed straight to Zhou Ziyan's side. Before he could react, she seized the wine glass beside him and splashed its contents all over his face, drenching him with water. Junxi couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight.
“You scumbag! Ignoring my calls while you’re here flirting with another woman!” The Red-Dressed Woman accused, then turned her attention to Junxi. “Where did this vixen come from? I’ll tear your face apart!”
“Miss, you’ve misunderstood…”
Junxi shook her head, trying to explain how pure her relationship with Zhou Ziyan was. But the Red-Dressed Woman had already grabbed a steak knife and lunged it toward Junxi’s face…
Comment 0 Comment Count