Actually?
He was nothing but a male virgin who had danced through two lifetimes.
So, facing Ying Yuan's shy and fervent advances, Zhou Li was far from parrying them—he had practically fallen to his knees begging for mercy and awaiting his doom. Yet, he had no idea how to respond to her, considering they had only been together for a day, at best. But in Ying Yuan's eyes, Zhou Li's presence had lingered throughout her thousand-year slumber.
That was utterly ridiculous.
As a result, Zhou Li found himself at a loss, unsure how to face Ying Yuan.
Ying Yuan seemed to sense something and a trace of disappointment flickered in her eyes, but it was soon overtaken by determination. She stood on tiptoe, grabbed Zhou Li's lapel, and in that moment, the hesitance of the young girl vanished, replaced by the Drought Demon's distinctive assertiveness.
"Zhou Li, listen carefully!"
