"You again?" Following her initial stupor at the uncanny resemblance between Zuixian and Haoyue's eyes, Xiao Hu regained her composure, sighing at the realization that she was once more crossing paths with the wine addict.
"Come on, don't say it like that. Makes it sound like I'm some kind of creep that follows you around left and right, north and south, leaping out of shadows out of the blue to get a piece of...you."
"You are a creep."
"I'd rather think that you and I are just bound by the whims of fate. Sounds good right? Fate is the best matchmaker."
"Disgusting." Feeling ants crawling all over her skin, Xiao Hu shivered, shaking her head in rejection of Zuixian's words. The Wine Eccentric didn't take offense, and with a gentle move, dropped Shui Haoyue to the side.
