Facing Zhou Xue's eerie smile, Fang Wang felt pressure.
Hadn't they agreed not to care?
Fang Wang said solemnly, "In this world, I trust you the most. Other women, including Fang Hanyu, don't compare to you in my heart. Whatever you say to do, I will do, of course, if you're not happy, we can drop this matter."
"Really, I admit I might struggle with loneliness, but you are the one I care about the most. If it weren't for your advice before, I would never have accepted her."
Fang Wang felt ashamed of his own words.
Zhou Xue couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh; she stared at Fang Wang with eyes that held an indescribable mix of affection and reproach.
"No wonder so many women, even if they can't have you, are willing to remain pure for you, hoping you'll change your mind. With your talent coupled with that silver tongue, you truly are the bane of female cultivators across all the heavens and worlds."