The sound of Lü Tou's voice, most soul-stirring, is extremely aggressive.
Having just thrown up, Li Jiujiu clung tightly to Ying Ji's thigh. The alcohol coursed through her body, leaving her scorching hot, her stomach feeling as if it were burning with flames.
Under the intense intoxication, Li Jiujiu's swirling thoughts seemed to find a moment of clarity.
She shook her head, meeting Ying Ji's gaze.
The plain-looking woman stared at her with a strange look, a hint of disdain mixed with an inescapable sense of resignation.
Li Jiujiu felt such a gaze to be extremely rude. She intended to become a great philosopher.
How can you look at me with the eyes you would use for vomit?!
She felt unusually irritable, as the alcohol fueled a raging roar in her brain. Suddenly, with lightning speed, Li Jiujiu pounced toward Ying Ji like a tiger springing on its prey.
With a thunderous momentum, she shouted and snatched the green-headed fish from Ying Ji's hand.
