The laid-back Shenzhu Shihui never considered herself a sentimental girl.
Perhaps it was because she saw Shenzhu zhong disappear right before her eyes, so she felt a little moved and suddenly wanted to ask Beichuan Si this question.
In fact, no matter how Beichuan Si answered, she would spare no effort to help him.
She just wanted to ask Beichuan Si this question.
It was rare for Shenzhu Shihui to put on a serious face.
Her face was filled with seriousness, and her eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Beichuan Si. Her cherry-pink lips opened and closed, and a somewhat serious voice followed:
"Beichuan, the question just now—ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts! Ugh!"
Shenzhu Shihui's seriousness didn't even last three seconds before Beichuan Si pinched her cheeks, causing her to cry out in pain over and over.
"Indeed, this face is more familiar."
Beichuan Si nodded satisfactorily and added, "You pretending to be Yongshi was a bit unsettling for me. Now I can answer your question."
