GS 42: Into the Hall

How many mushy sentiments had been beaten to pieces by that collection of words? A breath lodged in Yan Xiaohan’s throat. He choked on it for a long while, then spiritedly grinned in annoyance.

It was clear, now. Fu Shen was just shooting babble out his mouth, putting on a strong front, but in reality, he didn’t comprehend shit. Also, he was using a set of behaviors reserved for skirt-chasing young women to contend with him.