A beautiful and delicate face appeared to the young man after Nan Chiyou wipe the dust off her face.
The young man looked a little dumbfounded.
This little girl was so beautiful with fair skin and delicate features like a painting… So beautiful that people could not take their eyes off of her.
Nan Chiyou saw that Murong Qing had been staring at her face. She touched her face, confused. "I have not wiped it clean?"
"It is clean..."
The young man lowered his head, and his face started to turn red, seemingly a little shy.
Since he was young, he rarely had contact with people. He was always in the palace, not to mention that now in front of him was such a good-looking girl.
"Oh..." Nan Chiyou held her chin with her hand. A light flashed in her big beautiful eyes. "By the way, what are you doing here in this savage land?"
"We're looking for Flower King."
"Flower King?"
