"Speaking of..."
Once Zhu Qianyun and her entourage left Zhou Li's dormitory, Tang Wan, who was left behind to take care of Zhou Li, sat on the edge of his bed. She looked at Zhou Li's pale face with curiosity and asked, "Have your lies come back?"
"A little," Zhou Li replied.
He opened his mouth, exhaling twice like a fish blowing bubbles, his expression a bit odd: "It's hard to describe, it feels like I can lie, but my conscience is trying to stop me from doing it."
"Do you like Yun Baibai?" Tang Wan squinted her eyes, her mouth curving into a smile that was as cute as it was comical.
A moment later, Tang Wan, with Zhou Li's knee pressed against her back, gave up struggling. With tearful eyes, she pleaded for mercy: "Master Zhou, I was wrong, isn't that enough?"
"Silly dog."
Zhou Li said expressionlessly, his hand skillfully holding Tang Wan down, and spoke with disdain: "Can't I not tell lies and also not answer?"
"So..."
