After calmly drinking a mouthful of tea, Lu Xiaoran's expression did not change. He did not even look at this so-called Holy Maiden.
However, this did not mean that he was unprepared.
As the saying goes, there was no free lunch in the world.
Coincidentally, this Seven Water Pavilion suddenly wanted to give him a girl. It was as if he was a pimp. The other party was either bootlicking or had bad intentions.
He swept his divine sense over and indeed, there was clearly a trace of helplessness, resentment, and unwillingness in the Holy Maiden's eyes.
Not to mention that Lu Xiaoran was not interested in women for the time being, even if he was, he would not dare to bring such a woman home.
If he brought such a woman home, who knew what kind of trouble she would cause?
Moreover, Lu Xiaoran felt this series of events felt quite familiar.
However, he felt that something was missing.
