Ye Jiuyou was silent for a long time, finally speaking:"So... is your so-called concern for me related to this?"
"Partly... Mainly it's just my speculation, it may not be true, caring based on guesswork is somewhat ridiculous."
"So even if you have thought this way for a long time, you didn't find it laughable?"
"Why should I find it laughable?"
"We are like mannequins."
"Hah, I even like paper figures, let alone you who stand alive and real before me, so vivid and authentic." Zhao Changhe stood up and sidled next to Ye Jiuyou, reaching out to brush her lips:"Who says this is fake? The predetermined Demon God Jiuyou would not be moved by anyone, yet the lady before me will put on makeup for me and change into beautiful clothing."
Ye Jiuyou stared at him silently.
Zhao Changhe said:"So how much did I guess correctly?"
