Mi Lu noticed Shen Haoxuan's gaze still fixed on her and glared at him viciously. "Are you going back on your word? Does what you say not count anymore? Didn't you say whatever I say goes? Men's words really are unreliable."
"Of course not, Mi Mi! I was just trying to tell you that there's a grain of rice stuck on the corner of your lips." Shen Haoxuan truly only wanted to say this, but before he could get the words out, Mi Lu interrupted him.
"Really?" Because Shen Haoxuan had 'prior offenses,' Mi Lu couldn't fully trust his words. She didn't feel like there was rice stuck on the corner of her lips.
Shen Haoxuan immediately put on a pitiful, puppy-like expression. "Mi Mi, am I really that untrustworthy to you? Everything I say to you is absolutely sincere—whether it's me saying I love you or telling you there's a grain of rice stuck at the corner of your lips right now. I swear, not a single word is a lie."
