Hearing Shen Qiang's words and looking at his smile, the charming top actress Song Weiyin not only gave him a coquettish glance but also playfully pouted and said, "I don't want to stay too close to you. The rumors are already widespread, and if I get any closer, it'll be even harder to clarify."
Watching her slightly reddened pretty face and hearing her somewhat coquettish tone, Shen Qiang suddenly felt like laughing because, dressed in a long skirt and sitting with her snow-white feet on the swing, Song Weiyin didn't seem like an unattainably glamorous actress; rather, she had a girlish shyness with a touch of playfulness.
So much so that if Shen Qiang hadn't already gotten used to being around Qingxuan, he would probably be totally lost upon seeing such a bashfully pouting Song Weiyin.
"Besides, you are famously a bad guy, a playboy. More than half of the Cultivation World says you're a jerk, so I won't get too close to you."
