Mingshu, holding the still-warm roasted chicken she had just tricked out of someone, turned her head and met two pairs of widened eyes.
Wen Zhiyi, although surprised, was steadier by nature, but Wang Yuan couldn't help herself. Her eyes brimmed with curiosity and gossip, almost spilling over. After holding it in for so long, she finally couldn't resist, "Sister Ji, are you and Daoist Wen Su really…?"
"Foolish or not, of course I was deceiving him." Mingshu tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into her mouth, "Shh, quietly, alright?"
Her expression was too calm and natural. Wang Yuan, looking foolish with the chicken leg in her mouth, wanted to ask more, but after chewing on the chicken leg a couple of times, she found it rather tasty.
Wang Yuan's attention was diverted, and she focused on nibbling. She was genuinely hungry and could no longer care about maintaining her image.