Zhu Juntang gave An Nuan a meaningful look. The old bastard's little girlfriend clearly did not have pure motives today.
Women were born actresses, skilled at making the emotions they displayed completely different from what they truly felt.
Like An Nuan before her, who tilted her head slightly with an innocent expression and the adorably guileless air of a young girl. Even the light in her eyes was so pure and clear, yet the faint curve at the corners of her lips that rose and swiftly faded betrayed her thoughts.
Nothing could escape the peerlessly clever Mie Mie.
People were generally like this: when they needed to achieve their first goal before reaching their second, their emotions would undergo a leap or shift.
Take An Nuan, for instance. Her first goal was to accompany Liu Chang'an to class today and enjoy an everyday date between a young couple, which would make her curl her lips in satisfied contentment.
If her second goal was to do something naughty with Liu Chang'an after class, she would look forward to it even more, and her smile would bloom more fully. That was an emotional leap...
But if her second goal had nothing to do with dating, sweetness, or happiness, and instead involved some vengeful intention, vigilance, or scheme, then an emotional shift would inevitably occur. The curve of her lips would vanish, and the light in her eyes would likely resemble the affected expressions women often wore in palace dramas.
Zhu Juntang felt threatened by Yan Qingcheng digging two holes with one hoe. How could An Nuan not feel threatened as well? Women spent their lives pursuing a sense of security, protecting it, and searching for cracks in their own fortress of safety.
An Nuan might not necessarily be targeting Yan Qingcheng. Perhaps