Gu Lan asked, "What do you think I should do?"
Fan Wubing, like a pervert, twirled a strand of Gu Lan's long hair, brought it to his nose to sniff, and then said,
"I won't give you advice; I will only trust you, support you, and help you when you encounter difficulties."
His actions made Gu Lan blush a little,
"Do you think this doesn't count as a difficulty for me?"
"Just a single choice, how could it be difficult for the future Great Feng Immortal?"
Gu Lan inexplicably felt a bit happy, like chewing on the common malt grass in the fields, feeling sweet.
"I will try my best!"
Fan Wubing smiled and said, "I'll wait for you to keep me."
"Okay!"
In this aspect, she was neither mature nor steady. If one says a child is a child because of pure wishes and expectations, then she indeed was a child.
Fan Wubing asked theatrically,
"So, master, do you need me to warm your bed and serve you tonight?"
Gu Lan had never played this kind of game.
