"You still want to keep it from me?" An Yang dropped another heavy blow, striking Xiaochán's heart and making her even more uneasy.
In truth, he did not know the specifics either; otherwise, he would not have used the relatively mild word "keep it from me." He had only sensed that something was definitely wrong, so he used a little trick to test this completely uncrafty little fox.
Sure enough, Xiaochán was scared stiff. Her little hands kept fiddling with the sash at the front of her skirt, and she would occasionally raise her head to sneak a glance at him. Her face was utterly pale.
An Yang knew then that there really was something going on.
However, considering how much suffering Xiaochán had endured because of him after coming to this world, he did not want to bully her too much. It would hardly be right to scare her senseless right after she had been resurrected, would it?
Thus, An Yang softened his expression and placed a hand on the little fox's head. Seeing that Xiaochán was so guilty and frightened that she did not even dare dodge, he said, "All right. I promise that as long as you obediently tell me the truth, I definitely won't make things difficult for you! Is that good enough?"
Xiaochán continued to lower her head and twist the corner of her clothes without saying a word.
An Yang was somewhat helpless. He added, "I already said I forgive you. What more do you want? Do you still want to keep hiding it from me?"
His questioning tone was hardly severe, yet it still made Xiaochán's body tremble. Only then did she timidly raise her head and ask in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I... If I lied to you,