"Mr. An Su."
Just as An Su was about to leave, Miss Luojia called out to him from behind.
"What is it?"
An Su turned around to look at the Little Saintess; as a gold medal support, Miss Luojia had provided a continuous stream of Blessing of Holy Light during the battle against Cersei, and now her Magic Power was also depleted.
Her snow-white profile appeared slightly translucent from overexertion, but her eyes still gleamed brilliantly, the orange sunlight draping over the hem of Miss Luojia's spun dress.
"Come down earlier." Miss Luojia lifted her head naturally, "I'll stew bone soup for you."
"Okay." An Su nodded, completely ignoring Miss Bones' desperate look.
"You have to drink it all when you get home," Luojia said.
"Okay." An Su agreed amiably.
"Then do it for a day," said Luojia.
"Okay... okay..." An Su replied casually, then suddenly caught himself, "Is that okay?"
Is it so sudden?