"Rong'er, are you saying... they did it on purpose?"
"There are two layers of meaning," Zhao Rong nodded.
With one finger, he gently tapped the small beauty's furrowed jade nose twice:
"The first layer, as you wildly guessed, assumes I have a special predilection, favoring women who appear aloof in public but are flirtatious, tender, and loving behind closed doors... cough, women like that.
"After all, I am a son-in-law living with my wife's family; by their reasoning, I must inevitably feel somewhat subdued, maybe even a bit breathless in your and Qing Jun's presence. Thus, for a fairy who admires and even worships me to actively throw herself at me and cling onto me would give me a sense of control over everything, an intoxication, the type you can't give up once you've had a taste.
"So they handpicked one similar to me as a token of sincerity.
