The more Rowan Forrest spoke, the redder her face became.
This time, Damon Grant finally heard it clearly.
He wasn't just hearing things.
'This female cultivator is saying she likes me?'
'Damn it, so someone wasn't just pulling a prank on me.'
"You're saying you like me?"
He pointed at himself, staring at her in disbelief.
'Fuck… Did this female cultivator get her brains scrambled by a Demonic Beast?'
"You must have hit your head."
'Otherwise, how could someone so young have such terrible eyesight?'
He pried her hand away and took two steps back.
Rowan Forrest looked crestfallen.
She glanced at his tall, powerful frame, then looked down at herself. 'He must think I'm too skinny and weak.'
'But Mother always said you have to fight for who you love, or someone else will snatch them away.'
So she mustered her courage and said, "Is there a girl you like? If not, you could consider me."
"Don't be put off by how skinny I am now. I'll definitely start working out."
