"Mengxi? You..."
"Let me say it again, I really like you, I was serious earlier. I'm not some frivolous girl who would kiss someone as a joke."
"But... I... I..."
"Still don't believe me? How about... I give you another kiss As proof?"
As she spoke, Mengxi's body slowly leaned forward, her pink lips enlarging in Yumo's crimson gaze, startling the black-haired girl, who hurriedly pushed away the 'naughty girl' who was trying to seduce her again,
"I...I understand, you don't need to prove it..."
Actually, Yumo was somewhat prepared for Mengxi's words. After all, knowing that Mengxi had seen through her identity, Yumo recalled their past encounters. Even in these memories, even knowing her real identity, Mengxi showed no disgust when they were together.
