"Just like an auntie scolding people in the marketplace," Ryan said with a grin.
"Bad!" Wang Bi'er shyly punched his shoulder, her face as red as a ripe apple.
Ryan exaggerated a groan and clutched his arm, pretending to be injured. Their playful exchange made their relationship seem noticeably closer.
"Are you two done yet?" Mu Xianling said from the side, her brows tightly knit. "It's already getting dark."
She had seen Mo Ran's second attack earlier and had been anxious for Ryan, yet she did not understand mental attacks and had no idea how to help. Watching Wang Bi'er step forward so decisively while she herself could only stand by had left her feeling powerless and frustrated.
Now, seeing Ryan and Wang Bi'er laughing together only made her heart feel even more uncomfortable. She could not tell whether it was jealousy, helplessness, or resentment at her own weakness.
