As Demure as a Lady and as Nimble as an Escaping Hare

Huang Yize shook his head. "You do understand. You're just pretending not to."

Yun Bilu's lips turned up into a brilliant smile. "I don't know, so I don't know. Oh, she even said that I'm demure and pretty. Look at that, even she thinks that I'm great."

"You're that happy from one statement?"

On that note, Yun Bilu did give off the vibe of a demure lady, like a classy lady on a painting—if she was not speaking. The moment she started talking or moving, one could tell that she had a boisterous personality.

Replying to Huang Yize's question, Yun Bilu nodded. "Of course! Aren't you happy that someone praised your girlfriend? Even saying that she was pretty in front of you?"

"I don't know whether or not you're pretty."

"Then what do you know?"

"Not telling you…"

"Tell me! If you don't, I'll ignore you."

"Bilu, can you really bear to ignore me?"

"Of course. I'm true to my words."