Lianhua had never had such close contact with any man in her life. Merely by pointing her index finger at her lips, she felt so embarrassed that she fled to the restroom. In her haste, she ended up bumping into the door frame and twisting her ankle.
Without divine power, she was just an ordinary person.
Quite vulnerable.
"How can you people from the Sacrificial Temple be so fragile?"
Lu Bu'er pulled some safflower oil from the drawer and, looking at the woman sitting on the sofa shielding her face with a cushion, complained, "You can't even handle as much as ordinary people. It seems I can't dare to let you wear attack speed gear in the future. What if I break you into pieces?"
Lianhua lifted her head from the cushion, her gaze filled with suspicion.
"What attack speed gear?"
Lu Bu'er casually said, "The white silk stockings you bought last time."
Lianhua remained suspicious, "Why would you shatter me?"
