"Why!" Xiaoye said angrily.
"If you don't compare it, how will I know if you're faking it."
"Who would fake this!" Xiaoye shouted in fury, "Stop causing trouble for nothing."
Fan Wubing sneered, "Exposed by me, now you're angry from embarrassment, aren't you? Ha, looks like I'll have to call Jiang Sha over to seriously check if you're real or not."
"How dare you!" Xiaoye's eyes widened.
"Then make a heart for me."
Xiaoye looked at Fan Wubing with a caught expression, her fists clenched tightly, resembling a stiff puppet as she slowly raised her right hand, trembling as she made a heart shape.
"Happy now?"
"Nope. That's not how you make a heart! You've got to smile, your eyes should be filled with love! Your face should be slightly shy. Your current expression only gets you one point. The real An An's heart-hands score a solid ten in my mind. You're far off."
Xiaoye, nearly hysterical, said, "Why do I have to do that for you! You bastard!"
