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The level of sophistication in a woman can often be seen when she's being hit on. When Chu Ci was first greeted by the seemingly innocent young monk, she was surprised, but quickly responded just as warmly, "I believe everyone who meets here must be destined."
We're talking personal fate, and you want to make it a group thing? Are you Central Air Conditioning or something?
Though, obviously not every woman is like Xuan Luojun; Chu Ci is not a face admirer, which makes it a bit challenging.
"It seems we are indeed destined, dear Donor. In fact, I was thinking the same."
Chu Ci glanced lightly at the young monk's sincere smile. What she felt inside was hard to describe, but she didn't blindly doubt the other; she merely asked out of courtesy, "Does the Master have any admonitions for me?"
If not... then he's either bored or truly hitting on me.
Qin Yu pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You have poison in your body."
