"Seriously, what's wrong with you people? Why are you all staring at the two of us?!"
Embarrassment and indignation welled up in Ye Rulan. She looked around with wide eyes and discovered that, in the time it had taken her to have a little chat, a crowd had gathered to stare at them.
Instead of enjoying the wonderful dancers' performance, these people had swarmed around her and Zhao Bufan like bees drawn to nectar. It was utterly baffling.
She couldn't help muttering inwardly, Is everyone really this curious?
They looked ready to swallow the two of them alive! The eager, expectant expressions on their faces, in particular, made Ye Rulan squirm with discomfort.
Just then, a man in the crowd cleared his throat and said, "Ahem... well, we're all Zhao Bufan's fellow disciples.
"Senior Brother Zhao is always singing your praises to us!
"He often says you're not only kindhearted and tender as water, but as lovely as a celestial maiden, as beautiful as peach and plum blossoms.
"More importantly, you take such wonderful care of him. He said he'd introduce you to us as soon as he had the chance!
"So now that we've finally stumbled upon an opportunity like this, of course we had to come see you for ourselves!
"Hehehe..."
The speaker was none other than Ying Ming Hao, who told his lies without so much as batting an eyelid.
Standing nearby, Lin Zihan and Fatty Zhang silently applauded him. What a brilliant speech!
He had satisfied everyone's curiosity while successfully flattering Ye Rulan.
Sure enough, upon hearing these compliments, Ye Rulan's pretty face flushed with bashful color, as sweet and enticing as a ripe apple.
She instinctively covered her cheeks with both hands and cast a coy glance at Zhao Bufan beside her, murmuring softly: