After confessing to Lu Yu that she was a woman, Qian Xingzhi had no idea what his reaction would be. The worst scenario she could think of was that Lu Yu was a genuine man-lover, and her revelation would traumatize him so much that he would want to kill her. At that moment, she would decisively grovel and use her silver tongue to perhaps find a sliver of hope. The best case scenario was that, moved by her desperate pleas, Lu Yu would still have lingering feelings, gradually accept the truth, and become her close confidante. It wasn't impossible that Lu Yu didn't care about her gender and would still want to be lovey-dovey with her, but Qian Xingzhi always accustomed to planning for the worst.
The person in her arms seemed to have frozen. Qian Xingzhi tentatively moved closer, rubbing her head against Lu Yu in an attempt to act cute and beg for mercy. "Lu Yu...? Brother? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Now it was Lu Yu's turn to panic. Unlike Qian Xingzhi's spur-of-the-moment decision, Lu Yu had imagined a thousand scenarios. No matter which, he thought Qian Xingzhi would always hide her identity to protect herself. Once the situation stabilized and he had gotten back all the accounts of being teased and toyed with by her, he would ruthlessly expose her and watch her, in order to save herself, have no choice but to submit to him and forever be dependent on him. But who knew this person would play by her own rules, casually tossing the problem back to him. He had no idea what she was thinking.
"You, you—" Lu Yu's tongue tied. He gently pushed Qian Xingzhi away. "Say that again?"
"Brother, I'm not your little brother, I'm your little sister."
It should have been a serious moment, but after saying this, Qian Xingzhi inexplicably felt like laughing. Maybe it was because of Lu Yu's dazed expression, which she found amusing. Why wasn't he furious? After waiting a long time and seeing no major reaction from Lu Yu, Qian Xingzhi was getting tired of standing. "Brother, aren't you angry?"
"Of course, of course I'm angry." Lu Yu's hands were still gripping Qian Xingzhi's shoulders, and he was incoherent. "Why... why tell me? Aren't you afraid that I'll hold this identity over you and make it so you can never recover?"
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