"Little girl, don't be hasty! I am not accepting your mistress's profound affection now because I know I am not worthy of her. But that doesn't mean I won't accept it in the future," Chu Feng said with a smile.
After hearing Chu Feng's words, Han Xiaoying looked at him with a pair of bright, clear eyes, straight on.
Previously they had little contact, almost never having met or talked, so she didn't understand Chu Feng well. But after two encounters with him, she realized this Third Prince from the Sword King Mansion, whom people called a 'waste', was far more profound than she had imagined.
"How am I little?" Upon being referred to as 'little girl' by Chu Feng, Lu'er straightened her body and glared at Chu Feng with a puffed-up air of indignation.
Chu Feng actually looked at Lu'er with a serious face, sized her up from head to toe, then curled his lips and said, "I think, except for your temper, everything else is small!"
