Qin Yiren got caught off guard and Bo Jinghang hit the nail right on the head.
Qin Yiren hesitated, her clear black-and-white eyes blinking as she wondered if she'd been too obvious.
She certainly couldn't hide things as well as Bo Jinghang; even if she tried to tuck her thoughts away, it probably meant nothing in front of him.
But Bo Jinghang seemed to have just said it casually. Without waiting for her answer, he switched topics: "You go first, or I go first?"
Seeing his expression still perfectly normal, Qin Yiren's taut nerves loosened a bit. She looked at the pitch-black coffin and forced herself to refocus on the game. "I'll go first."
Gathering up the hem of her Xiuhua Costume, she set one hand in Bo Jinghang's palm, lifted her leg over the coffin's edge, and lay down obediently.
