So all his nervousness just now was for that Blue Fatty!
'I bent over this far, and *this* is what I get?'
For some reason, he felt a knot of frustration in his chest. 'How can the little female I've set my sights on be so clueless about romance?'
'With all this masculine charm right in front of her, doesn't her heart flutter even a little?'
Recalling how the little female had previously drooled over his physique, Yuan Lang was suddenly reminded of the scantily clad women in the pleasure quarters.
A pang of bitterness welled up in his heart, and he suddenly felt a sense of kinship born of shared misery.
He shot a resentful glare at the unromantic little female standing before him with her hands on her hips, then dejectedly went to wash the pots and pans.
The System, hiding by the door with its luggage and peeking in, raised a paw to wipe its face, unable to bear the sight. 'Having a host who's destined to be forever alone, I'm really...'
'I'm really so happy!'
