Zi Yue suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Feng Dan.
With a thought, she suddenly smiled and said, "I get it. So, you want to put on a show of a beauty saving a hero!"
"Yue'er knows me well!" Feng Dan smiled with satisfaction and said, "As long as we owe him a life-saving favor, we are not afraid..."
"Not afraid that he won't give us his body?" Zi Yue suddenly interrupted.
Hearing this, Feng Dan was immediately shocked. She stared at Zi Yue in a daze, and her small face gradually turned red. After a long while, she came back to her senses and directly snorted. She said angrily, "Yue'er, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"What? Am I wrong?"
Zi Yue originally just wanted to crack a joke.
She knew that in Fusheng City, there were at least eight hundred young handsome men who proposed to Feng Dan every year.
However, Feng Dan had never taken a fancy to anyone, which was why she had been single.
