Qiluo sat on the rooftop, hugging her knees, muttering, "Pervert..."
This posture made a certain prominent part of her look even more conspicuous. Gongsun Ce, who adamantly refused to admit to this notorious label, decided to chat with his eyes closed afterward, taking it as an exercise in improving his listening skills.
"A real pervert would pretend nothing had happened and gradually get close to you. In this era, even if I'm not exactly a gentleman, I'm at least a decent good guy."
"Gongsun Ce, who's willing to help me, is a good person indeed!"
By your standards, there probably aren't too many bad guys in the world.
"Miss Qiluo, do you believe anyone who offers to treat you to food and drink is a good person?"
Qiluo answered seriously, "I think anyone who is willing to talk to me is a good person!"
That's an even stranger standard.
Do you consider words to be food? The new-era book-eating monster?