Wude flailed his arms and legs but couldn't speak a word. In the end, he pressed his palms together in a gesture of prayer, maintaining a solemn bearing, and remained silent, looking for all the world like a venerable monk.
Nangong Yin's eyes lit up; she looked at Wude with burning desire and then suddenly said in a girlish voice, "I suddenly feel that this little master monk is much more charming than you, who has no conscience."
A twitch appeared at the corner of Wude's mouth. How did the topic shift to him?
"Little master, I want to ask you a question. Do you like me?" Nangong Yin asked sweetly.
Wude shook his head, his face turning pale. He finally understood how Xiao Han had felt just moments ago.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes that you like me. Oh my, my charm is truly invincible, even the little monk has fallen for me." Nangong Yin covered her mouth with a giggle, appearing excited.
