Seeing Zhao Changhe staring dumbfounded, Sisi couldn't help feeling a bit smug, then put on a stern face, "What are you looking at? Do you think you've hit the jackpot? Have you never considered that this face might also be fake?"
"Uh…" Zhao Changhe's mind raced, and he replied earnestly, "Real or fake, even if you were still that ordinary little maid from before, it wouldn't affect me."
"Hmm?"
"It's still the same teasing after all, just a bit more fun now with the way you look."
Sisi was both amused and exasperated, "Hey!"
"You're just feeling competitive with Tang Wanju, wanting to outdo her, right? What's there to compare?" Zhao Changhe said, "What I said earlier wasn't just to appease you; there really isn't anything between her and me, but I've fought side by side with you, skin to skin. Why bother comparing yourself to her?"
