A long time later, Ling Xiao came back to himself and couldn't help but ask, "So, Zhao Yiling didn't realize you were a woman, and she grew fond of you because of the poem?"
Le Xuan nodded helplessly. "I think so. Why else would such a proud woman let go of a man who saw her when she was naked?"
"So to speak, the poetry party tonight will be Zhao Yiling's test to find out how good you are?" Xia Weiwei was enlightened.
Le Xuan became bitter. "I have no problems with guns, but you'd better kill me if you want me to write poems."
"Hehe. You deserve this. This is the consequence of plagiarism," said Wang Hao angrily, not feeling guilty that he stole the poem from someone else too.
Le Xuan rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about the details. Let's just focus on the party tonight, shall we?"
Xia Weiwei circled Wang Hao and smiled. "Since Wang Hao wrote such a great poem, we can ask him to write a few more, so Le Xuan doesn't expose herself."
