Ou Yimo looked into Shirao's eyes, speaking to her in a pitiful tone, "Shirao, you're working with him, didn't you notice any ambiguity between him and other girls? If there is, please, you must tell me. I really can't live without him!"
"..." Gong Shirao looked at Ou Yimo with a complex expression, unable to utter a single word.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Ou Yimo saw her silence, her expression gradually changed, and she suddenly tightened her grip on Shirao's hands, asking with a tone that was somewhat nervous and scared, "Shirao, are you hiding something from me?"
"..." Gong Shirao's hands were tightly held, feeling a bit pained by the pressure, her face gradually turned pale.
Ou Yimo noticed Shirao's evasiveness, stared at her in shock, and tightly grasped her hands, "Could it be that the ambiguous person is you? Are you together secretly?"
"..."
