Weilan was taken aback, her face warming slightly. She turned away, denying it, "Jealous? Me? Not at all."
"Not at all?" Lu Hechen's voice carried a teasing laugh, "I can even smell the tang of jealousy. And you say there's none?"
Weilan looked up at him, her gaze meeting his. The face adhered to his skin, showing no trace of the Disguise Technique—Song Di's craftsmanship was truly incredible.
His face wasn't his original one, but his eyes were, and so was his hair. Black locks hung over a full forehead, and his dark pupils were brimming with joyous laughter.
There they were, in the office, with a floor-to-ceiling window behind them, sunlight spilling in and covering them.
A perfect match!
Lu Hechen met her dewy eyes and reached out to tap her nose, "Even if you won't admit it, I can tell, and it fills my heart with joy."
She felt somewhat unnerved and, hearing him speak like this, couldn't find the words to reply, only managing a huff in protest.