Jiang Feng felt a bit uneasy with these inexplicable looks, but he was all ears listening attentively.
"Not at all, don't you have anything to say?"
"Should I have something to say?"
"Aren't you supposed to loudly argue back? Or scold me loudly, saying something like 'We people from the Central Plains are all righteous warriors'? And then maybe label me with something?"
Staring contest.
In a way, these two got along pretty well, which made sense considering there was only a year's difference between them.
"...Are you a masochist?"
His mouth twitched, and seeing Cen Yueyue's baffled expression, he didn't dare to explain what that meant.
He found a spot to sit down, a picture of patience.
"Miss Cen, I may look young, and maybe I'm too casual most of the time, but that doesn't mean I'm truly childish, nor does it mean I'm brainless."