Nian Shutong really couldn't control herself. She hastily reached out one hand, wanting to wipe Fu Yunhe's face, but then she hesitated.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose."
"It's just that Ha Ha... ahem..."
Nian Shutong couldn't hold back and burst into laughter again—it was simply too funny.
Mating season?
No, can't do it, can't do it.
At this moment, Fu Yunhe didn't know whether to feel sorry for his face sprayed with fish soup or to feel cold about Nian Shutong's completely clueless attitude.
He took out some tissues himself and began to wipe.
"Ha Ha wasn't wrong, Ha Ha during mating season, the mood isn't great—it's not like being sick."
Ha Ha struck again.
"Ha Ha has a point. Animals or humans, everyone has their mating season, and during this period, emotions can be influenced by hormones and become unpredictable," Rubble explained seriously, then looked earnestly at Fu Yunhe, who was wiping his face.
