Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Any other man would have looked messy and unruly if they let their hair down, but the Saint only looked elegant with his flowing silver hair.
Under arched eyebrows were eyes as black as coal. He looked elegant and arrogant at the same time, and the aura he gave off was as if he disregarded even heaven and earth.
He was wearing a silver mask that covered the right side of his face, but it did not affect even one bit of his incomparable good looks.
On his left wrist was a hollow silver bangle with a silver thread connected to his index finger where a light-colored buckwheat flower bloomed.
“Do I look like a centenarian?” The man on the soft couch had appeared before her unexpectedly, his voice crisp and clear. Very much like the G major of the cello, it was deep and attractive.
Was he the legendary Saint of the Holy Cloud Palace?
Oh my God. What a pleasant surprise!
Feng Ruchu’s heart began to pound.
Not that she was a pervert, but it was inevitable when he suddenly appeared less than half a meter before her! Not to mention the lovely floral scent that surrounded her as he spoke.
Feng Ruchu began to blush uncontrollably. “W-What? Yes!” She stared at the man standing in front of her blankly, and answered immediately after.
What a conversation with the legendary Saint!
“Did I leave my palace to bring back an ungrateful girl? Such a glib tongue – I shall pull it out sooner or later!” The Saint gripped Feng Ruchu’s chin tightly and murmured dangerously.
Feng Ruchu who was still stunned by the Saint’s looks instantly came to her senses and saw the intimidating look he was giving her. Without a second thought, she grabbed his hand that was gripping her chin and bit it while yelping like a puppy.
The man’s face fell and he let go, looking at her in disbelief.
He was staring at her like she had just told him that Mars was about to crash into Earth.
Feng Ruchu noticed how pale the Saint’s face had become and was creeped out by the way he was staring at her.
“Stop staring at me! I only bit you because you said you were going to pull out my tongue…” Feng Ruchu blurted out, taking a step back in fear.
The Saint remained silent, just staring at her.
“I didn’t even bite hard; it was nothing compared to how hard you gripped my chin!”
The Saint still stared at her.
“The old saying is that an upright person uses their mouth and not fists, I was just being an upright person!”
The Saint was completely speechless by now. His face was blank but anger flashed in his eyes, and yet he couldn’t find his words to rebut what the girl said. All he could do was knit his brows and flick his sleeves, while saying resignedly, “How presumptuous.”