Dong Huiying: "..."
She was beyond help, this sickly beauty. She shouldn't provoke her too much, or she really feared that one day she might lose control of her temper, and if she actually hammered him...
Forget it, it's better to sleep him than to hammer him!
After the two of them got into the carriage, Dong Huiying sneaked out a packet of powder and sprinkled it on herself, then threw a small handful of it towards Shu Yu, who was sitting opposite her.
Shu Yu, who had a severe case of germophobia, immediately grimaced, "What is this?"
He shook his wide sleeves, trying to fan away the powder, but the powder, once on the body, could hardly be removed unless washed off with water.
He looked at Dong Huiying with a deep frown in his brow.
