"Ahhhhhh! You bastard!"
Murong Xiaoyi was stunned by the spray, reaching up to her face to wipe off the mess. She had no idea how sticky the stuff was. It would have been better not to wipe it, but now that she had, it just stuck even more firmly. The intense smell churned her stomach. Holding back a wave of nausea, Murong Xiaoyi rolled down the window and retched outside.
"Hey, are you okay?" Chen Xiaobei asked, patting her on the back.
"Get lost!" Murong Xiaoyi felt terribly wronged, sobbing as she vomited her guts out. After a full minute, she finally pulled her head back in and used a wet wipe to clean her face. "Chen Xiaobei, are you insane? Why didn't you warn me before you shot!" Furious, she threw the used wipe at his head.
