The Difference Between a Fake Slave and a Real Slave Is... / As Everyone Knows, a Cold Is...

Tingyun, who was still rather traditional when it came to romance, ultimately chose to back down.

If novels about her and Liu Bai were flying all over the place... it somehow felt like that would only increase the distance between them.

It would be better to settle for the next best thing for now: learn from books like these and try to grow a little closer to Lord Liu Bai...

"It's fine if it's only for you to read!"

Cangxuan continued patting her chest on her sister's behalf.

"As for the books..."

"I'll pay off the bill for you."

The Difference Between Fake Slaves and Real Slaves Was...

"...I feel like those two dragged me into this."

After leaving, Tingyun could not help rubbing her forehead.

Was it really okay to get involved in something like this at a time like this?

Recently, everything had been going wrong. Yet here she was, stirring things up in a place that should have been peaceful... Tingyun felt a faint sense of guilt.

But... she had fallen rather far behind everyone else by now, hadn't she?

—That was the real reason Tingyun had failed to resist the temptation.

A woman's sense of crisis.

When things had been going well before, she had failed to seize her chances.

When she finally got fired up, she realized she had already been left far behind.

The only teammate she had left was Yukong, who had only just arrived. She had completely fallen to the point of competing with a newcomer.

She had even missed the period when a newcomer and a foxian could bring Liu Bai a sense of freshness.

She was at a huge disadvantage from every angle.

Even though she had arrived together with Feixiao!

*(...Tingyun, don't let this sort of thing disrupt your