Master, Am I Your Little Sweetheart?

“Yiyi, when did you fall for me?”

Chen Yiyi tilted her head at the person before her, who looked a little nervous. A mischievous thought crossed her mind. “Maybe the first time we met?”

She even blinked, making the other person all the more nervous.

“Then... why... do you like me?”

Chen Yiyi had no intention of telling them so easily. She suddenly leaned close to their ear. “I’m not telling you!”

After Chen Yiyi left, she didn’t see the person standing in the wind, ears and neck flushed red. If she had, she would probably have laughed about it for ages.

Later, Qinglin came up with a plan and coaxed Chen Yiyi into drinking Drunken Cloud. After hearing her answer, “You’re exactly the kind of person made just for me,” the ripples in his heart refused to settle. This was his Yiyi, his one and only.