"Brother Cheng, you're not a traitor, are you?"
Mu Qiu stared at him in the mirror and asked, her hand still grasping his fingers.
Even though he was already quite accustomed to her topic jumping, this sentence indeed took him by surprise.
Cheng Zhirang paused, shook his head at her reflection in the mirror.
"I'm not. But I'm not sure if I might turn into one later."
"What do you mean? Turn?"
He pulled his fingers out of her hand and finally flicked the tip of her pink ear, smiling as he said, "Good girl, one must abide by the game rules."
"What are the rules?"
"I want to win too. Key clues must be kept, but you can think more about what you can come up with."
Mu Qiu furrowed her brows and instinctively stuck out her tongue to lick her dry lips.
Cheng Zhirang lifted his gaze and reached in front of her, his thumb rubbing against her lip corner.
"Thirsty? If you really want to drink water, have a bit here before going back."
