In Lu Yu's eyes, there were two kinds of women. One was his sister, and the other was not. How could anyone else be like his sister?
Lu Yu really carried out the double standard through and through.
Lu Yao smiled and looked at Lu Yu. "What's the difference? I'm a woman too."
Lu Yu took a towel and wiped her hair gently. He said seriously, "You're different from them. You're kind, beautiful, and generous. You're the best little girl in the world."
When Lu Yu spoke, he was especially sincere and gentle, completely different from his usual sloppy appearance. Those who didn't know better would think that he was confessing to a girl.
If it was Lu Yao in her previous life, she would definitely think that Lu Yu was up to no good when he praised her so gently.
