I told you you were faking it

As he spoke, Wang Ye dusted off his hands, stood up, and put away the pot.

Only after watching the pot vanish did the monkey finally let out a breath, though its whole body felt weak.

"Tell me, we both know perfectly well what the other is thinking, so why are you pretending to be so scared?"

"We're both smart people. Isn't this embarrassing?"

Wang Ye dragged over a chair and sat across from the monkey. Of course, he did not untie it; only its head was exposed above the table.

And because the monkey was too short while the table was rather high, its feet were actually dangling off the ground.

The monkey froze at Wang Ye's words, then quickly put on a confused expression again.

"I-I don't get it."

Wang Ye was speechless.

Only then did he realize just how disgusting it was to pretend to be clueless in front of Maitreya while knowing full well what was going on.

Everyone knew each other inside and out.

Everyone knew exactly what the other person was like, yet they still insisted on acting innocent and playing dumb and sweet. Other than making people sick, it served no purpose at all.

And now—

Wang Ye was the one being disgusted.

"Now then, tell me who you really are."

Wang Ye could not be bothered to bicker with the monkey over useless nonsense. He stared directly into its eyes and asked.

"Huh?"

"I'm a monkey?"

The pale-furred monkey clearly had not expected Wang Ye to ask such a pointed question right away. It swallowed nervously and tested the waters.

"Oh."

"Heh heh."

"Since you're merely an innocent, pure, kind little monkey, there shouldn't be any problem with me eating you, right?"

"After all, I'm hungry."

Wang Ye remained calm as he