A strange smile touched Luo Xiu's lips as he slowly placed his hand on Yang Zhilu's slender waist.
Yang Zhilu's delicate body leaned forward, her slender hands resting on Luo Xiu's shoulders.
In the silence, Luo Xiu suddenly held her waist and pushed her gently backward, saying with a knowing smile, "Your acting isn't very convincing."
At his words, Yang Zhilu's brows furrowed slightly, and a sudden nervousness took hold of her.
"What are you talking about?"
Luo Xiu smiled faintly. "Yang Zhilu doesn't have your enchanting aura, nor would she ever be so bold as to throw herself into my arms."
Yang Zhilu let out a soft sigh, knowing she could no longer hide the truth. "When did you realize?"
As she spoke, a radiant light enveloped her, and she transformed back into her original form.
It was none other than Hua Muyan.
