'Your Highness, you can't eat that.'
Little Pink cupped its face with its paws, mimicking a scream.
'A Level 3S Beastman can digest even steel bars! With your delicate constitution, a single bite would land you in a medical pod!'
With a cold expression, Lan Cangming swallowed a bite of the charcoal-like steak, his already pale face turning even ghastlier.
"Slow down, don't choke."
Su An'an frowned, pushing a glass of pale green lemonade toward him.
But Lan Cangming acted as if he hadn't seen it, picking up a glass of warm water beside him and gulping it down, not even bothering to spare her a glance.
'What the hell! What's with this ice-cube fish? Is he treating Your Highness like she's invisible?!'
Little Pink's tentacles flew about in anger.
'Your Highness, use Technique 108 from the *Interstellar Beast Flirting Ultimate Guide*! Just go ahead and touch his abs, let's see if he can keep pretending then!'
