The Flower-Plucking Bandit

Fang Xiu stood still, not expecting Su Ruoyu to suddenly utter such words.

This straight-laced man found himself at a loss for words at that moment.

On the other hand, Su Ruoyu nervously twisted her sleeves, her heart pounding like a deer in a rush.

"Fang Xiu, you big idiot, why don't you hurry and embrace her, unveil her veil, and give her a passionate kiss?"

Dragon Overlord's voice echoed in the divine palace.

"Come on, go for it! You're really slow. Don't waste the chance with such a charming beauty."

Fang Xiu's face turned red, not because of Su Ruoyu's words, but due to Dragon Overlord's teasing. The Marquis of Guanjun, usually as pure as a blank sheet in matters of emotion, found himself in an awkward situation.

"Um, okay, Ruoyu," Fang Xiu scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and then turned to leave.

Dragon Overlord: "Stupid!"