Zhuo Peipei and He Zhiyu walked side-by-side behind Shen Yuan and Li Zhi, whispering to each other as if plotting something.
"You'd better act more normal. I feel like those two are already starting to suspect you," Zhuo Peipei said to He Zhiyu with a serious expression.
Hearing this, He Zhiyu's eyes instantly widened like saucers, her face filled with disbelief.
"N-No way, right?" Her voice trembled, clearly frightened by Zhuo Peipei's words.
Seeing this, Zhuo Peipei couldn't help but tsk softly, her expression one of exasperated disappointment.
"Why wouldn't they? Have you forgotten what you've been writing lately?" she said, lowering her voice. "Look at you! You write about whatever they talk about. You have no main plot of your own!"
As the head of the Kissing Association, Zhuo Peipei knew the ropes. She began earnestly imparting her experience:
