"Zhou Chen, you liar!"
A fragrant breeze swept in, and 'Bai Lian' rushed forward to grab Zhou Chen's arm. Her snow-white neck lifted, with tears glistening on her cheeks, as if accusing a scoundrel who starts and then abandons:
"Why did you leave me?"
Zhou Chen: "..."
"You had ulterior motives, deliberately approaching me, and now you have the face to ask me?"
Zhou Chen's expression remained indifferent, as if saying, "I'll perform well for your act."
He looked at her mockingly, and questioned, "You're obviously not weak, so why pretend to be a damsel in distress? What's your intention?"
'Bai Lian' sobbed softly, like a child who did something wrong, weakly saying:
"I simply admire you, longing for a heroic tale of saving a beauty like in the storybooks. So, I devised this scheme, but I meant no harm to you."
"Ha ha!"
Zhou Chen sneered silently, just staring at 'Bai Lian'.
"Why is a grown man like you so petty?"
'Bai Lian' sobbed, looking at Zhou Chen:
