After this incident, Luo'er had come to respect Xia Yue quite a bit more. Obviously, they couldn't look at Xia Yue through ordinary eyes. Though she appeared to be just a teenage girl, everyone knew that her true form was, in fact, a squirming mass of flesh, and she herself was the god of this world — the kind of god whose mere action could make everyone feel utterly despondent.
In her free time, aside from meditating, Xia Yue's favorite activity was to continuously gaze at her hands, staring at her fingers and then observing her palms, as though she was never quite satisfied with her hands and felt there was room for improvement.
Although Luo'er respected Xia Yue, respect didn't mean he was without temper, so on the carriage, Luo'er seemed to suddenly think of something. He looked at Xia Yue with a frown and asked, "You didn't leave anything weird in my body, did you?"
"Like, eggs?" Xia Yue asked with a smile.
"Stop joking." Luo'er's expression was grim.
