Duanmu Xiu was brushing his teeth while looking at her. That was of course impossible, but he didn't say it out loud. Now he was refuting her. To make her angry this time, he should just follow her first. As a woman, she would coax by chance.
After washing up, Xiahou Xiyue wanted to go out, but she didn't want his way out to be blocked. She reached out and pinched his waist, and said with her lips: "Get out of the way."
