After her subordinate left, Qin Zimo finally cupped her face and sat on the grass as she looked at the moon in a daze.
At this moment, she was very much like a fool. She would laugh inexplicably and blush for no reason.
It was true that she was the Holy Maiden of the Black Tortoise True Sect, but she had never felt this way towards a man.
And when she had this feeling, even she did not notice that her IQ was gradually decreasing.
"He doesn't know who I am yet. I wonder if he'll be surprised to see me here."
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"I wonder what color he likes? I'm wearing a white dress today. Will he not like white?"
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"How should I greet him when we meet? Should I say 'Hi, hello, I'm Qin Zimo' or 'we meet again. Hey, I'm Qin Zimo!"
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"The first one seems too old-fashioned, and the second one seems very frivolous. After all, I haven't even spoken to him."
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Qin Zimo frowned and fell into a deep dilemma.
