Li Changqing rolled his eyes and said in a tone that clearly meant isn't that obvious?, "Everything you do is just like a young girl's. The little gestures you sometimes make when you speak, the lightness of your steps when you walk, some of your unconscious habits... they're all far too obvious."
He paused, then added, "Of course, there's one most important clue: your martial soul."
Wang Donger froze, lowered her head to look at her hands, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with my martial soul?"
Li Changqing looked at her as though she were an idiot, his tone tinged with speechlessness. "Goddess Butterfly. Goddess Butterfly—could it be any more obvious? And as far as I know, this type of martial soul only appears in women, and exceptionally beautiful women at that. So I knew from the very beginning."
Wang Donger opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but found that Li Changqing's reasoning was sound and left her unable to refute him.
She lowered her head and remained silent for a long while before softly asking, "Then... why didn't you expose me?"
Li Changqing shrugged, speaking casually. "You haven't done anything to harm me, so why would I expose you? Everyone has their own secrets. If you want to tell me, you'll naturally do so when the time comes. If you don't want to tell me, asking would be pointless anyway."
Wang Donger raised her head and looked into Li Changqing's calm, sincere eyes. A warmth she could neither describe nor understand suddenly rose in her heart.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a sweet, genuine smile free of any disguise. "Thank you, Senior."
Li Changqing waved a hand, stood up, picked up his clean clothes, and headed toward the bathroom. "All right, don't overthink it."
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