"!!"
However, upon hearing these words, Ye Shiyu's shoulder trembled slightly.
Her hand, which was holding the needle, softened a bit. She blinked her eyes, gently stretched out her left hand, and pretending to adjust her black hair, touched her ear and her profile...
She thought Yan Huan was exaggerating her looks.
So, although her facial expression remained calm, her flustered body language still betrayed her current feelings.
But after touching her ear, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up a bit...
She seemed quite happy.
"..."
Having spent a long time with Ye Shiyu, Yan Huan became very sensitive to her every reaction, even if it was just a faint smile.
So at this moment, he belatedly realized that Ye Shiyu had misunderstood.
She had taken his exaggeration about her needlework as an exaggeration of her.
This felt like poking a tiger's butt...
It's better not to explain.
