That person on the screen, breathing fragrance, his tongue blossoming with lotuses, his words as sweet as honey-sweet enough to choke someone to death-and gentle as water besides, every sentence brimming with sincerity, words that anyone could hear and see came straight from the heart...
Was... was this really the same Zuo Xiaoduo whose mouth had been a cesspit, whose face had looked like a vicious ghost, who had spewed an endless stream of filthy language and cursed her for half an hour without stopping, pausing for breath, or repeating himself?
Was this really the same Zuo Xiaoduo who had looked so ferocious and fought her like a man possessed?
Was this really...
"Senior Sister... this little brother of yours is quite something..."
Meng Chenyu spoke with biting sarcasm. "That flattery just keeps circling around, one linked string after another, changing tactics and angles. He really is going to such trouble. What's even more remarkable is how every word sounds as though he's scooped it straight out of his heart. Look how he's sweet-talked our master... tsk, tsk. This is the first time I've ever seen Master smile so brightly..."
She was not wrong.
On the screen, Mu Yanyan looked happier than ever. The cold, lofty expression she had worn when she first went in had long since vanished. Her voice had grown much softer, even somewhat gentle, and even the tips of her brows and the corners of her eyes looked so soft and tender.
She put even greater care into pointing out Zuo Xiaoduo's mistakes.
And she did so like a spring breeze turning to rain, nourishing all things without a sound. She even took up a stance herself and demonstrated a set of fist techniques, earning still more effusive praise from Zuo Xiaoduo, who sent basket after