"That's right, it's simply miraculous!" Xu Luo asked with an air of sincere humility. "May I ask who taught you these makeup skills? They're simply amazing!"
"This young master... No, this young lady is self-taught!" The girl lifted her chin, looking proud. "By the way, this young lady still doesn't know your name!"
"Brother, can we stop with the pretending-to-be-a-woman act? It's kind of weird. Besides, I don't know your name either..." Xu Luo slung an arm around the girl's shoulder in a buddy-buddy way.
This girl was like a little demon—fiery one moment and gentle the next. And that devastatingly beautiful face of hers could change expressions in a flash.
He clearly knew she was a woman, but for various reasons, Xu Luo couldn't expose her.
Whether it was the first time he accidentally discovered her secret, or the somewhat fragrant and intimate healing session yesterday... unless the girl admitted it herself, Xu Luo couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.
