Zhou Mingchen didn't dodge at all and was doused with half a box of ice milk right on his face, waiting a full five seconds before he regained his senses and stood up.
By then, Xia Lu had already swiftly climbed up from the ground. Even though her palms had scraped against the rough ground when she fell, considering the current situation, such minor injuries were really nothing. After all, the murderous look in Zhou Mingchen's eyes was genuinely there.
"Are you crazy?!" Zhou Mingchen gritted his teeth, his voice almost squeezed from his throat.
He had just been deeply engrossed in thought, staring blankly into the night when the half box of milk seemed to come out of nowhere, ruthlessly pulling him back from his imaginary world and completely cutting off his train of thought.
