Drool Was About to Fall

"Is that Heavenly Harsh Martial Burial?"

Sylvia, who had crawled out from under Fang Li's covers, looked toward the door and said with an amused smile.

"I didn't expect him to be so cute."

Cute?

When it came down to it, Senior Brother Zhao was indeed rather cute, whether it was his girlish appearance or his immensely contrasting personality.

"Then, Fang Li, whom I'm not that familiar with, should I prepare an autographed photo for your senior brother?" Sylvia looked at Fang Li with a half-smile. "Don't make promises you can't keep, or he'll resent you for it."

Sylvia's words made Fang Li laugh. "Do you expect me to tell Senior Brother Zhao that I'm actually very familiar with you?"

If he did, Fang Li truly had no idea what Zhao Hufeng would turn into.

"So, I actually don't mind revealing my identity." Sylvia took off the hat on her head and smoothed down her slightly messy hair. "Your senior brother seems like he'd be easy to talk to."

"I'm only asking you not to mess around." Fang Li's head hurt as he answered without hesitation. "It would be one thing if it were someone else, but Senior Brother Zhao is your fan. I don't want to see him look as though his dreams have been shattered."

This was a rare display of consideration from Fang Li.

Normally, Fang Li would only kick someone while they were down.

"It seems you and Zhao have a pretty good relationship." Sylvia sounded somewhat surprised. "Then, even if I don't hide, as long as I don't reveal my identity, Zhao should turn a blind eye because of your relationship, right?"

After all, Sylvia was still in disguise.

Other than people who were very familiar with Sylvia, no one would normally be able to