Zhao Youlin silently swallowed her saliva. After hesitating for a moment, she asked the question that she really wanted to ask, "... Then do you think I'm Scary?"
The silence spread between the two of them again. In just a few seconds, Zhao Youlin felt that it was as long as a lifetime.
Just as she was anxiously thinking about whether she should ask again or just pretend that she didn't ask this question and continue to be an ostrich, Mu Tingfeng suddenly spoke.
"Even if you're a ghost, you're only my ghost. You're my favorite ghost. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Mu Tingfeng's answer was very much like Mu Tingfeng.
Zhao Youlin was stunned. After she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.
This guy's sweet-talking skills were getting better and better. She didn't know who he had learned it from, but it was definitely Xia Zhetao.
