For the first time, Yan Nujiao felt this awkward and uneasy in front of a girl her own age. Although she had previously asked Hu Xiaotian to arrange a meeting with Long Xiyue, now that they actually stood face-to-face, she felt guilty, as though she had stolen something from the other girl and been caught red-handed. Yet she knew perfectly well that she had no reason to fear Long Xiyue. In matters of love, there should be no distinction between high and low, noble and humble.
Long Xiyue said softly, "Miss Yan, I know all about you and Xiaotian."
Yan Nujiao's lovely face flushed. Had that shameless scoundrel Hu Xiaotian spilled everything about them? Summoning her courage, she raised her beautiful eyes to Long Xiyue and said, "Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. There's really... nothing between him and me..." By the end, her words plainly lacked conviction. She could not even convince herself.
Long Xiyue smiled gently. "You aren't as candid as he is on that point, Miss Yan." Naturally, the "he" she referred to was Hu Xiaotian.
Yan Nujiao smiled a little sheepishly. She was a girl, after all, and admitting her secret affair with Hu Xiaotian in front of Long Xiyue was hardly easy. She said quietly, "He isn't candid. His skin is just thicker than anyone else's." Every girl had her own little calculations, and Yan Nujiao chose this clever way to answer. If she were not close to Hu Xiaotian, how could she speak of him like that?
Long Xiyue laughed. "But that's precisely what I like about him. If a man doesn't even have that much courage, he isn't worth loving."
Yan Nujiao blinked. She still could not tell whether Long Xiyue meant what she said. Few people in this world were willing to share