"Is there a possibility that I might like you too?"
Gongsun Ce seemed petrified, frozen in place, not even moving his eyeballs. Qiluo sat back down on the chair and patted her reddened cheeks, "Is it really necessary to be that shocked?"
Gongsun Ce appeared to have completely cut off any interaction with the outside world, like a statue weathered by centuries of storms. His pose was more worrisome than funny.
Qiluo thought of something that would snap him out of it immediately.
The idol gently licked her lips, slightly shy, and said, "Do I need to kiss you as proof?"
"No no no no no no no no no!"
The gray statue instantly transformed into an awkward young man. Gongsun Ce clutched his chest, collapsed onto the chair, and gasped for breath before saying incredulously, "How could that be?!"
"Are you talking about me liking you?"
"That makes no sense!"
