Aunt Zuo, I see you already possess the way to embrace death.

In front of someone they fancy or care about, people will always put on a bit of an act.

Like when girls are watching, guys on the sports field will play like they're on fire, full of gusto.

Just like yesterday when Tong Yingying pretended to be a demure lady with a bird-like appetite, yet after tucking into fried noodles, she not only finished her own bowl but also ate half of Yan Huan's.

In that vein, if she takes a few bites of a salad and claims she's 80% full, do you think Yan Huan would believe her?

It's the same at this moment.

Almost without the need for a script or director, Bai Yi naturally assumed the persona of a frail maiden, hoping to gain the attention of her favored crush.

Yan Huan glanced at this idol of standing quality, who had the ability to make time stop, and saw right through her act.

He glanced at Zuo Jiangqin to his side, pondered for a moment, but still put on the mask of Perfect Expression Management and showed his concern for Bai Yi,