A crazy girl wielding a sword all day.
No, no, no.
An ice-cold, emotionless ice beauty.
Or perhaps, a beautiful young girl.
She likes me?
Although it sounds like quite a troublesome affair, on the surface Nezha frowned, but in his heart, he was overjoyed.
Damn, I do have some charm, after all.
Could it be that her previous attempt to cut me with a sword was to express her love?
Girl, your love is a bit too crazy for me to handle, brother can't take it, we need to correct these views; the contents of a relationship can include strolling, kissing, even sleeping, but never fighting with swords.
Seeing Nezha hanging his head in silence, Shi Ji asked again, "Why don't you have any reaction?"
"Ah, well, madam, I just think, I'm a good man, aren't I?"
"You thought for half a day, and that's all you came up with?"
"Then let me think a little longer."
The indifferent gaze from Shi Ji swept over, making Nezha feel like a bucket of cold water was poured over him.
