Two days flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Inside the inn, Zi Yan tugged at the wig plastered tight against her scalp, her face full of resistance. "Xiao Jin, do I really have to wear this stuff? It feels awful."
As Xiao Jin used one of Asia's four great dark arts—makeup—to conceal Zi Yan's appearance, he explained, "Be good. You're too recognizable. If someone discovers you later, it might bring trouble to Jia Nan Academy."
"How am I recognizable? I'm just a kid." At this moment, Zi Yan was still very willing to admit she was a child.
"How many kids have you seen who are this pretty? And that head of purple hair—tell me, is that recognizable or not?"
Zi Yan suddenly stopped talking. Xiao Jin was still wondering about it when he lowered his head and saw the little girl grinning like an idiot.
"What are you giggling about?"
"Hehe, Xiao Jin, you think I'm really pretty too, right?"
Xiao Jin was speechless, but it was the truth, so he could not deny it.
After all, Zi Yan's features really were extremely delicate. Among certain special groups, she would definitely be the most sought-after existence.
Zi Yan, who did not get an answer, was not annoyed either. In any case, she had already heard Xiao Jin admit with her own ears that she looked good.
Hehe, to make this dead-straight man who didn't know how to talk admit she looked good—at this moment, the little girl's vanity was greatly satisfied.
That was right. Although they had only been together for a short month, Zi Yan had already seen through Xiao Jin's true nature.
He was a dead-straight man, straight to the point of no return. Who knew what Xun'er saw in this guy.
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