I dressed up as the vicious female supporting character who framed the heroine in a novel about cultivating immortals, and was punished to kneel on the Immortal Killing Platform.
According to the plot, the next moment the male protagonist will dig out my spiritual root with his own hands, and I should curse him and the female protagonist crazily.
But when I looked up and saw the male protagonist's iceberg face, I blurted out:
"Immortal Lord, your collar is stained with the heroine's lipstick."
He paused with his sword and lowered his head suddenly.
"Also, the hairpin that tied your hair is crooked. The hostess combed your hair this morning, right?"
The heroine screamed in panic from behind: "Senior sister, how did you know?!"
