"Is it... am I very ugly?"
Upon hearing Xiao Yi's question, Wang Qingqing finally became anxious. She blurted out the blunt truth. After she finished speaking, her face turned as red as a heated branding iron and she hung her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes non-stop, not daring to look at Xiao Yi. Her heart was thumping as she pricked up her ears, waiting for Xiao Yi's answer.
"Ah?"
Xiao Yi was taken aback for a moment, not expecting Wang Qingqing to ask such a question. It took him a while to react. Looking at the blushing, bowing Wang Qingqing—even though he did not know why—he knew this was a question that required a careful answer. Otherwise, it might lead to some misunderstanding between them, something he certainly did not want.
