Su Jing was silent, held up the pot and filled her cup, preparing to drink again, but Baili An suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, asking in a deep voice, "Do you really need to do this?"
He was not a person from the mortal world, whether he shunned the heat or was arrogant, he never needed to care about these people's opinions about him.
He would drink if he wanted to, and no one could force him otherwise.
Su Jing glanced sideways, her gaze lightly firm as she said, "It's too noisy, my ears hurt, might as well make them shut up and be quiet."
She never cared about others' opinions, but these people, like blood-sucking creatures staring at fresh blood, surrounded and bit at her continuously with incessant buzzing, which indeed was annoying.
Baili An was quite speechless, thinking to himself that among the men below the platform, he didn't know who could make whom shut up and be quiet.
Su Jing broke away from Baili An's hand and said unhappily, "Your gaze is very rude."
