Ms. Wang performed a solemn bow, her voice earnest.
Qi Yuan was surprised, "What does this have to do with me?"
"Miss has been in your company for quite a while, and I fear she may develop feelings for you," Ms. Wang said helplessly.
It must be said, Qi Yuan's appearance was indeed too handsome. Although his speech was often muddled, disrupting the aesthetic, he made for a fine decorative vase when quiet.
To exaggerate, just having Qi Yuan around for a while almost brought back the menstrual cycle to a body that hadn't experienced one in thousands of years.
"Sigh, being handsome comes with too many troubles. Actually, I don't even consider myself that good-looking, just ordinary."
Qi Yuan was imitating someone who didn't recognize his wife's beauty—in his case, he didn't recognize his own allure.
"But, this really isn't my fault, and moreover... Wang Yuanyu doesn't seem to have taken a fancy to me, right?" Qi Yuan stretched lazily, looking utterly relaxed.