Just as he was deep in thought, Hun Jiansi suddenly looked over at him. Fortunately, Cheng Ziang reacted quickly and immediately averted his gaze. Yet, despite his quick reaction, his movements were still caught by Hun Jiansi.
"Hey!"
Hun Jiansi grinned mischievously, tilting her head and staring at him: "Were you sneaking a peek at me while I was zoning out just now?"
"No, I wasn't! Why would I need to sneak a look at you?" Cheng Ziang, feeling guilty, looked away.
"If you want to look, then look all you want. Why act so sneaky?" Hun Jiansi burst into laughter, her lips curling up playfully.
Cheng Ziang stole a glance at Hun Jiansi, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. Honestly, when she laughed, she really had a charm that was uniquely hers—a pure innocence often found in young girls. It was hard to believe she was a disciple of the famed Nine Streams.
"Do you like laughing?" Cheng Ziang asked curiously.
"Laughter drives away a hundred worries; why wouldn't I?"
