"Xiaoru, what are you thinking about?" Samantha pinched Ma Xiaoru's cheek and asked.
"Ah... Nothing..."
"No need to hide it, it is written all over your face."
"Really?" Ma Xiaoru touched her cheek out of instinct.
"Haha, it's never too late to consult the wise." Samantha suddenly closed in, wrapping her arms around Ma Xiaoru as if measuring her bosom. "Oh… The fire of love is strong with this one."
"Stop, you weirdo."
"Come here, you little girl, tell me what's on your mind!" Samantha commanded as if Ma Xiaoru was an innocent 6-year-old.
"It's nothing... It's just that I can feel that Wang Tong is not that into me," the words seemed to have taken the wind out of Ma Xiaoru's sail.
"Why do you think so? That Wang Tong does not deserve you, and you know it! How about your Tactics of the Enchantress? Isn't it suppose to be the best weapon for enslaving a man's heart? Even General Li Feng had fallen for it."
