"Miss Murong, are you feeling unwell in any way?"
Just as he stood up to leave, Qin Lie suddenly asked.
"No."
Murong Xiangming replied coldly.
But, the very next moment, she felt her soul give a violent throb.
A fog seemed to envelop her soul.
Immediately, she found that the Qin Lie before her had suddenly become so handsome, so captivating.
Her eyes, without her realizing, took on a glazed, dazed look.
Qin Lie, who had been watching Murong Xiangming's every change, was ecstatic when he saw this.
But he still couldn't quite believe it.
He asked tentatively, "Miss Murong, don't you find my demeanor very charming?"
In response, Murong Xiangming immediately nodded, a bashful look on her face.
"Qin Lie…"
In her soul, she had originally felt an extreme revulsion toward him.
But now, her affection for him had grown immensely.
It was incredibly strange.
It was completely beyond Murong Xiangming's control.
Qin Lie was so happy he nearly jumped for joy.
