Lu Ying rubbed his temples.
So, it seems that no matter what he says, he's wrong, and if he says nothing, he's still wrong.
He could only reply, "What is it that I've admitted to?"
"You've admitted that I'm ugly!"
"I did no such thing."
Shen Yinning sat astride his waist, wrapping her white hair around his neck, as if encircling her prey with a fox's tail.
She fiercely pressed her nose against Lu Ying's, her bright and bold eyebrows and eyes gleaming like a defiant little fox ready to bare its teeth: "It's because of you people that I turned out like this! Lu Ying, if you don't figure out a way to change me back soon, I won't live well—and neither will any of you!"
She looked as though she was prepared to drag everyone down with her.
Lu Ying knew she meant every word.
Shen Zhaozhao was someone who feared nothing; she'd do whatever she pleased.
