"If you don't want to die, shut up!" you glared at Gaoyang Princess, then picked up her exquisite little feet and sucked on the wound oozing purple blood.
"Uh."
Whether out of shyness or sensitivity, Gaoyang Princess's pretty face was flushed at that moment, her watery eyes fixed on you, her feelings of gratitude unsaid.
You had no idea that Gaoyang Princess was actually not looking for an argument for Etymology's sake, but rather exhibiting the unique mannerisms of a girl in the throes of adolescence.
Over the past month, Gaoyang Princess had been receiving your signals at all times. She admired you for your literary grace, applauded your mighty and overbearing ways, and esteemed your clever and skilful hands. Unbeknownst to her, she had already fallen into a love trap you had wove unwittingly.
Especially now, in this most moving scene for Gaoyang Princess, to risk one's life for another, who would be willing to do that among ordinary men?