"Zhihan, I'll be waiting for you in the room. You have to come over quickly," Ann rushed over and hugged Yin Zhihan's muscular arm. She nuzzled against him, sporting a coy look. "I've been waiting outside for a really long time. My legs are sore."
Lu Ning fidgeted awkwardly. Watching the sappy display of affection made her skin crawl.
Did all women lie so convincingly like Ann?
She couldn't do it.
Even as a child, Lu Ning had always been headstrong and free-spirited - she bowed to no one. She could not bring herself to act in a manner like Ann.
While Ling'er shared certain similarities with Ann, she was not so wanton as to lavish her affections on just anyone. She only behaved coquettishly with Pingan. For them, it was a sort of interplay they both enjoyed. Every time Ling'er pouted or stamped her feet, Pingan would turn into a wobbling mess of jelly. It was something special they shared and bonded over. It was not the same with Ann.
