Li Beinian was slightly uncomfortable from the pressure and at the same time, felt a little aggrieved by his words.
She gave him a push and said rather coquettishly, "It's true."
Speech was difficult and she had turned quite red. She finally said, "I can hardly breathe."
Mu Xichen's expression was still clouded over, but he relaxed a little.
Relieved, she looked up at him. Realizing his expression was still gloomy, she mumbled, "Why won't you believe me? I merely mistook you for someone else."
"If it's me, it's me. How could you make such a mistake? Hmm?" Mu Xichen's hand slowly slid down her forehead. The displeasure in his eyes was obvious. "In fact, subconsciously, you're wishing it was him, isn't that right?"
"Of course not!" Li Beinian retorted. However, she was also quick to realize this and flattered him. "How could he even hold a candle against you!"
