But as she snapped back to reality and met Chen Yi's gaze, Lu Ying shivered slightly. She had never been looked at with such an appraising, man-to-woman gaze before.
And then she remembered—he's a shameless rogue...
Moments earlier, Lu Ying had felt triumphant in their verbal sparring, but now a wave of realization hit her.
He's interested in me?! Doesn't that mean I'm doomed?
I won the argument, but it doesn't feel like I truly won...
Chen Yi was walking ahead, but suddenly felt a tug from behind.
He turned to see Lu Ying muttering gruffly, "No, you can't fancy me."
"Oh? Why not?"
"Because I…"
Lu Ying struggled to come up with a reason, and in the end simply yanked her mask down:
"… I'm a pig."
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Life up on the mountain was leisurely; the Taoists neither required fine delicacies nor luxurious clothes, and didn't need to worry about the mundane concerns of firewood, rice, oil, and salt. Their pursuits mainly revolved around debating the Dao.
