Curse Death

White Line's face was burning red. Even her ears were flushed.

"Why is your face so red?" Xia Lun asked, pretending not to know as he teased her.

"Huh? My face is red?"

Like a cat caught stealing fish, White Line instinctively stiffened, then reached up to touch her cheeks.

She looked away in embarrassment, but a moment later, her eyes shifted and she stole another glance at Xia Lun.

Xia Lun immediately said, "You just said—"

"Don't say it!" White Line hurriedly cut him off. "No, I didn't say anything. Um, that's not right either."

Xia Lun smiled and closed his mouth, quietly watching White Line ramble.

Suddenly, White Line's gaze dipped slightly. The tiny movement told Xia Lun at once that she was about to make up a lie.

From what he knew of her, she always did that right before lying on the spot.

In the past, the movement had been quick and subtle. Now it was slow and obvious.

Xia Lun guessed her slower thinking was to blame.

After a long pause, White Line finally managed, "Well, um, I was joking just now. Haha. Xia Lun, you don't really believe I'd have a dream that stupid, do you?"

Xia Lun said nothing. He just kept smiling at her.

A moment later, White Line asked as if saying it would make it true, "You don't believe it, right? Right?"

Xia Lun couldn't help laughing.

He had to admit, White Line was fascinating now that her intelligence had dropped.

Her approach to lying was perfectly sound. Her execution was simply so clumsy it was almost cute.

At the sound of Xia Lun's laughter, White Line grew even more flustered. Her face reddened further, and she bit her lower lip hard, as though holding back an emotion on the