The youth, somewhat afraid, stepped forward and handed over the water bottle.
"Thank you."
He said shyly, not daring to look up at Shao He.
"There is water in the creek, so why did you snatch my water bottle to drink?" Shao He asked the question he had in mind.
The youth nervously fiddled with the hem of his clothes nonstop and stammered, "Not clean, all not clean."
"Are you saying that the water in this creek isn't clean?"
Qingxia interjected, "But the water in our bottles also comes from the creek, doesn't it?"
"That's right, the water here is from the creek; I think he's clearly lying," Qing Shan said sharply.
Qing Shan was filled with caution towards this suddenly emerging youth.
Shao He stood up and looked at the youth with cold eyes, demanding sternly, "Who are you exactly, and why are you here at my house?"
Hearing Shao He's question, Qingxia also stared warily at the youth named Xiao Quan, silently observing their surroundings.
