Xie Jingxing was dumbfounded.
He stared at Shen Miao thoughtfully and asked, "Are you pretending to be drunk?"
"Young Marquis Xie, a young talent, an eternal figure, died…" The rest of her sentence gradually trailed off, as if she couldn't remember it.
At first, Xie Jingxing was a little suspicious, but when he saw that Shen Miao did not seem to be pretending, he found it a little strange. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect you to think so highly of me." He leaned closer and teased, "Don't tell me you like me."
Shen Miao reached out and pushed his head away.
