Under Ying Ji's playful gaze, Baili An felt a chill run down his spine.
Yin Baishuang had been aware of the situation between Li Jiujiu and him since Xianling City, and back at Jiufen Valley, she had claimed to have been honest enough, dealing with him sincerely.
She was indifferent and carefree.
This woman was indeed saying one thing with her mouth and thinking another in her heart.
Lately, upon encountering Yun Rong and then Jiujiu, the craziness of Young Palace Master Yin had finally subsided.
Yet she still behaved like a little hedgehog with soft quills, occasionally ready to provoke.
Indeed, jealousy is a woman's nature.
Everyone present was equally confused.
From arriving at Yundu Villa until now, that Young Master of the Lihe Sect had not spoken a word with this young lady.
How did they suddenly start chatting so familiarly?
The topic was just so... awkwardly generic.
You come here with such an exceptional appearance to dish out praise.
