Xuan Ying spoke in a cold voice. "If that's the case, then you owe me one too."
The words had barely left his mouth when four furious, cold glares shot toward him. "Xuan Ying, don't push it!"
"Xuan Ying, you know what? You're asking for a punch." Hua Xi's feathers bristled as he shot to his feet, clenching his fists.
A corner of Xuan Ying's mouth lifted in a smirk. He shot Jiang Xinli a sidelong glance. "She was running a strange, high fever. I was only trying to help cool her down."
After speaking, he turned slightly. His ice-blue eyes held a hint of amusement as he leaned closer to Jiang Xinli, his voice low and teasing.
"But the real question is, Jiang Xinli, you don't remember much about that night either, do you?"
He pressed his advantage. "You told me that yourself. So, it's not fair to me."
Jiang Xinli stared at him, dumbfounded and utterly speechless for a moment. "I was lying to you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
