She forced a smile and said, "Of course, it's the pear of pear blossoms."
"Is that so?" Jih Heng stared at her unwaveringly, his voice exceptionally gentle, "I, on the other hand, think it's the 'civet' of civet cats."
Jiang Li looked up at him.
The man was distractingly handsome, the teardrop beauty mark beneath his eye now even more lustrous, making his features appear all the more strikingly vivid.
Jiang Li said, "Why do you say that?"
Jih Heng did not speak at first, but after a while, he smiled and said, "Because you don't seem as lovely as pear blossoms, but as cunning as a civet cat. Isn't that right, Ah Li?"
That mention of "Ah Li" was enticingly sweet, yet Jiang Li felt a chilling spread throughout her body.
Jih Heng could not possibly know her true identity, but he must have sensed something was amiss. He was probing, and whoever wavered first would lose.