"Who—who likes you!"
Xi Yao glared at him, but for once, she didn't swat away Chen Xiaobei's lecherous hand as she usually would. In fact, her little vermilion lips even curled up slightly, a clear sign that she was a little happy.
After all, Xi Yao had been imprisoned for 10,000 years; her thinking wasn't as worldly as that of people from the modern era. Moments ago, Chen Xiaobei had forcefully dragged Qiu Xingcai away, and Xi Yao had assumed he was going to have his way with her. But that obviously wasn't the case!
Xi Yao might kill without blinking, but she wasn't an emotionless creature. Sensing Chen Xiaobei's concern, the coldness on her face finally began to thaw.
Seeing his chance, Chen Xiaobei quickly struck while the iron was hot. "Honestly, I don't think you need to hide it. If you like someone, just say it. It's that simple!"
"Besides, this young master has already been enough of a scumbag for the sake of leveling up, so I don't mind taking you in as well!"
