Xie Luohe took off her mask.
A wicked smile played on her lips as she squared her shoulders and walked up to Zheng Xiu.
"Tell me, do I look better with it on, or with it off?"
As Xie Luohe removed the mask, her stunning face was revealed. Her clear, bright eyes reflected Zheng Xiu's astonished expression, and deeper within them, a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of anticipation.
Zheng Xiu didn't answer.
He felt this was one of those famous, no-win questions.
Seeing Zheng Xiu's silence, Xie Luohe huffed softly, took another step closer, and asked again, "Tell me, do I look better when I dress like her, or when I don't?"
Zheng Xiu hadn't been sure a moment ago, but this confirmed it.
This wasn't just a no-win question; it was a guillotine question.
Clearly, there was a standard answer to this kind of question.
Zheng Xiu answered with poise, "You're beautiful."
This was a classic case of deflecting, focusing only on the main point.
