An Yao distanced herself from him, her expression unchanged as she replied, "What witching tool? Is it really that powerful? I don't believe it unless you show it to me."
She had expected that this sneaky bug would come prepared.
Na’er Xiu, aware of her intentions, couldn't help but smile. He lazily propped his chin up with one hand, his smile mischievous as he looked at her. "Cunning little female, your intentions are written all over your face."
An Yao turned away with a disdainful "tch."
She said, "I don't care to see it. I'm not interested. I'm pretty sure you're just boasting, and in my heart, Gu Dier is still more powerful."
Na’er Xiu was getting increasingly irritated and didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face with his calloused fingers. Quickly, her cheeks turned slightly red.
Before the infuriated little female could react, he retracted his hand.