Qin Shou chuckled, "So your lover's name is Ao Bai, huh? Quite a mouthful."
Because everything had gone too smoothly yesterday, Qin Shou couldn't shake off a sense of unease when he thought about it afterward, so he prepared plenty of contingencies.
As it turns out, the result was clear—his opponent had already realized he was a fake.
Thinking it through, it made sense. With such a close relationship, there was no way Qin Shou could imitate it perfectly.
Demon Sword Girl gradually regained her composure. "Alright, tell me—what are your terms?"
Qin Shou shook his head. "No terms, just curious to know where exactly I messed up."
Demon Sword Girl cast a lingering gaze at Qin Shou's giant body and subconsciously swallowed hard.
"Ao Bai is so much smaller; do you think I wouldn't be able to tell the difference?"
That line made Qin Shou puff out his chest instantly.
"Haha, just average size, nothing special... but you sure have taste... Uh, wait! What nonsense am I spouting now?"
