Faced with her starry eyes, the man's face flushed slightly red.
What was going on? He had encountered countless women before, and when they showed him infatuated glances, he only felt disgusted.
But with this woman in front of him, it was different.
The man felt a bit awkward being stared at, cleared his throat, and said unnaturally, "What are you looking at?"
Xia Weibao smacked her lips, "Looking at you, you're really good-looking."
The man's face turned even redder, "You... vulgar."
Xia Weibao was puzzled, why was she being scolded again?
What was wrong with being honest, and then still getting scolded?
She stood up, brushed off the mud on her hands, "Let's go inside, your wound isn't healed yet, it's not good to have it exposed to the wind."
As she spoke, she walked past him, moving ahead.
Watching her back, the man hesitated several times as if about to speak but then stopped.
According to etiquette, he was supposed to marry her.
