Li Mu was horrified. I acted so nonchalantly—how could I possibly have let anything slip?
He had not changed his clothes, his palms were uninjured, and he had even covered up the smell of sulfur on his body with the juice of the 'Cow-Doesn't-Bite' grass Hong Xiu had given him. All that remained was the natural, sweaty odor his body gave off.
Even he wanted to throw up after smelling himself. How could Tao Hong and Liu Lü still have detected the sulfur?
Aside from that pig of a roommate, Cui Meng, arousing suspicion by mentioning that he had gone out to find water and bathe, Li Mu was extremely satisfied with his performance.
For a genius actor, the most important thing was for life to become a play and a play to become life. He believed he had managed it just now.
"What slip?" Li Mu asked aloud.
"Your eyes," Li Sinian said. "When you looked at Xiao Xin, there was no worry in them—only delight and affection. I know how you feel about her. Think about it: she was just attacked by an assassin and nearly lost her life. And yet you weren't worried at all. That proves you knew the matter had already been perfectly resolved."
"Moreover, there was delight in your eyes. What were you delighted about? The fact that you had personally eliminated the danger for her. That was why you had such joy from the bottom of your heart. You don't want her to guess that you're her savior, but at the same time, you hope she'll see through your identity. You want to meet her as your true self, yet reality forces you to hide it. That's torment. Brother, Xiao Xin is so clever. If she thinks it over afterward, she'll definitely understand