Speaking with a shrewd and clever person, even if you just leave half a sentence, they'll guess the other half.
However, in this situation, as another clever person, what you need to do is deny it to the end.
"How could it be..." Tang Li defended herself: "You can't accuse me wrongly."
Song Baiyan's eyes deepened with amusement, but he didn't let her go: "Your eyes are darting around; doesn't that mean you have a guilty conscience?"
"I don't have a guilty conscience, only you in my heart."
As she confessed, Tang Li already held Song Baiyan's right hand.
The man's hand almost enveloped both of hers.
Tang Li covered the back of Song Baiyan's hand with one hand, while her other hand passed through his thumb and forefinger, her fingertip gently tapping the slightly dry palm, and said sweetly: "Someone like you, even when you're old, would be the handsomest old man on the street."
