(Kicks someone) "You little slave, you don't know how to pave the way for me!"
Zhui Fu lay down, leaving two footprints of Wen Shuangyu on his back.
Walking through the mud, the young master headed to the pavilion without squinting.
Zhui Fu wiped the stool first, but got kicked by Wen Shuangyu.
The master had a sneer on his face, "How dare a dog slave walk in front of me?"
Chai Fu was silent, his head hit the ground with a thud, blood spattered on the young master's shoes, and the delicate embroidery was stained.
Wen Shuangyu exerted her strength and Zhui Fu's body hit the stone fence. Her back was in pain, but the owner ignored it and sat on a clean stool. He put his hand on his forehead and moved his shoulders slightly.
Zhui Fu reluctantly stood up, wiped his hands on his inner clothes again and again, and then moved to the back to squeeze the young master's shoulders.
Intention: for my nature