"Hey, mister, why have you come here again?" He Luo looked at Destiny with a puzzled face. This guy with the white mask had been coming around frequently lately, and she had no idea what he was thinking.
"I..." Destiny found himself at a loss for words. He certainly couldn't say he wanted to marry her, right? That would be too rash and didn't fit his persona at all.
"What exactly do you want?" He Luo leaned in closer, and Destiny could even smell her scent.
It was the scent of wheat, with the aroma of wheat ears. Destiny was very familiar with this fragrance, as he had often helped with the farm work at home in the past.
"The smell of malt..." Destiny muttered quietly to himself.
His voice was so soft that an ordinary person wouldn't have been able to hear it, but He Luo did. She jumped back and then looked at Destiny as if he were some kind of pervert.
