Yuan Zhao grabbed Qiao Zhen's wrist again; there were two red finger marks on it. He held Qiao Zhen's hand and said, "I'm sorry, Zhenzhen."
Qiao Zhen, who considered herself very magnanimous, waved her hand dismissively, "It's okay, it's okay, as long as you two are alright. How could Li Luo bear to slap you in the face? You're already so ugly."
Yuan Zhao retorted, "I don't like lotus root!"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhen burst into laughter. "Alright, if he doesn't eat lotus root, then Li Luo will. Otherwise, why would he be wearing a mask?"
Wait a minute!
Qiao Zhen has been overlooking a very serious question: if Li Luo is Yuan Zhao's impulsive personality, then does Yuan Zhao's liking for Li Luo mean that he actually likes himself?
This question was a bit tricky. Qiao Zhen grabbed Yuan Zhao's arm and looked at his miserable face. She asked cautiously, "Do you like the kind of love that's like a fence, a romantic love?"
Yuan Zhao's face turned ashen instantly, radiating a chilling aura. He gritted his teeth and forced out a single sentence, "How did you know?"
Qiao Zhen was stunned, as if struck by lightning. She stood there speechless, too afraid to speak. Had she really guessed Yuan Zhao's fetish correctly? Although homosexuality was unacceptable in this era, Qiao Zhen had experienced many hardships and could accept it. But for Yuan Zhao to actually like her impulsive alter ego was rather perverse!
“You two were so close upstairs at the Mingmen Inn. I even saw Liluo with a hickey on her neck as she walked out of your room.”
Yuan Zhao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. "That's not a hickey, that's because I almost strangled him."
"Huh... Ah?!" Qiao was completely bewildered, but then suddenly realized what was going on.
Yuan Zhao's expression softened somewhat.
Then Qiao Zhen said, "So you two are in a love-hate relationship?"
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