Feng Yi looked at Mo An, who had lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, not daring to even glance at his face. An evil smirk flashed across his eyes."Are you afraid of me?"
"No, Brother Yi is so good. Why would I be afraid of you?"
Mo An was also a person who could read people's expressions. She immediately looked at him and waved his hand.
She thought Brother Yi was angry.
However, her cultivation was nothing in front of Feng Yi, so what she saw and thought might not be true.
" Then why are you nervous?"
Feng Yi lifted her chin up, not letting her lower her head again.
"I-I'm not nervous."
Mo An was so nervous that she stuttered. She regretted it the moment she finished speaking.
She was stuttering. Who would believe that she wasn't nervous?
"Why are you stuttering if you're not nervous?"
Feng Yi's eyes were smiling, but his face was very serious.
"I, I…"