The black-robed youth, who had just called Qin Han an idiot, felt that he was the real idiot.
He had originally thought that Qin Han was simply bad at expressing himself—that although he liked Wen Ruo Ruo to the point of madness and was willing to die for her, he refused to express his feelings. But after hearing what he said next, he realized that this fellow was an expert among experts, the highest of the high.
There was simply no one better at acting than him.
With his honest-looking face, shy expression, and seemingly straightforward yet secretly calculating words of love, it would be difficult for any woman to doubt his genuine feelings for her after hearing them.
Wen Ruo Ruo wiping the corner of her eye and finally punching him in the chest had already explained everything.
People truly cannot be judged by appearances, the black-robed youth thought.
If I were facing the girl I liked, could I perform as brilliantly as he did? the black-robed youth thought. Could I say those words so easily?
"What is Young Master Xiangma thinking about?" Wen Ruo Ruo walked over and asked when she saw the black-robed youth spacing out.
"Nothing." The black-robed youth shook his head.
"You must be thinking about your sweetheart, right?" Wen Ruo Ruo narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Whether man or woman, people only show such a dreamy, blissful expression when they think of the person they love. Your expression just now was exactly like that."
The black-robed youth smiled without speaking.
"With Young Master Xiangma's family background, character, and appearance, you must have been very popular in Tiandu, right?"
"All the limelight was stolen by that dragon. How could there have been any room for me, Yan Xiangma?"
"That's true." Wen Ruo Ruo said resentfully,