"Yeah," Jiang Xinli answered casually, completely unaware of how disappointed her words made Bai Yao.
She pressed her lips into a smile. "Maybe it's because you're an official."
'It's an occupational hazard. I had one in my past life, too.'
'The urge to put on a show at the drop of a hat—that was etched into my very bones.'
"So, Little Li, you just don't like me lecturing you. It's not that you dislike me—" The tips of Bai Yao's ears quietly turned red.
A faint glimmer of light sparked in his deep, pool-like green eyes, which had been dim just a moment ago, but he quickly suppressed it.
Jiang Xinli froze for a second. "Dislike you? What?"
"It's... it's nothing." The corners of Bai Yao's mouth curled up slightly before quickly returning to a neutral expression.
He opened his palm and nonchalantly changed the subject. "You just said you were going to lower my Spiritual Riot Value. Can you... do that now?"
