"Hey, Third Sister!" Li Mengnan's cheeks were flushed red; she protested, "You're acting like he's some kind of treasure! Take him, take him, who'd even care."
"Hehe~" Lin Shiwei let out a soft laugh, sweeping Du Yu a glance.
Du Yu: "..."
What kind of logic is that?
So this king doesn't count as a good thing?
"What are you looking at!" Li Mengnan, both shy and annoyed, glared at Du Yu.
Du Yu felt utterly wronged: "Act like a lady, will you. Wearing such a beautiful dress—just now I was praising you in my head, saying you look like an Immortal, and then you go and show your true colors."
"Eh?" Li Mengnan froze for a moment. "When did you ever praise me?"
"I... oh right." Du Yu patted his forehead. "Seems I only thought it in my heart. Well that's on you too."
Li Mengnan's beautiful eyes widened: "On me? If you don't say it out loud, how am I supposed to know?"
Du Yu snorted: "I've got my feelings written on my face every day. If you can't read them, who's that on?"
