"Tsk." Zhu Pingniang pursed her lips, "You know Yun Qian loves sweets, but you don't know what Chang'an likes to eat?"
"Junior Brother prefers spicy food," Wen Li said calmly.
"..." Zhu Pingniang.
Alright.
She underestimated Wen Li.
Zhu Pingniang admitted that she needed to take Wen Li's feelings for Xu Chang'an more seriously. That kind of emotion... is definitely not superficial or born of mere attraction.
She took a deep breath and asked.
"So, what is it that you don't want him to know?"
Wen Li lowered her head, then looked up after a moment, seriously saying, "Sometimes I feel... Xiaohua is very cunning."
"Xiaohua?" Zhu Pingniang was puzzled, "She's merely a part of your Divine Soul that's of the Demon Race. She's just a child now, without the Demon Race's legacy. What's so cunning about her?"
Wen Li looked at her own white, delicate hands without speaking.
She seemed to be able to smell the disgusting blood stains and congealed scabs on them.
