Nangong Yaoling raised his eyebrows, his handsome face looking as if it's only natural:
"Attending such an important occasion, if I bring another woman along, people would think Nangong Yaoling is a philanderer."
"Spit, you think you're honorable? There are plenty of pictures online of you with other women, and now you shamelessly say that; I really wonder what your face is made of."
"You should feel honored that I'm not decent with you. If someday I become decent, you'll probably find a place to cry."
"Stop daydreaming! I wish you'd stay far away from me!"
"You were not like this before. You used to cry and beg me to come home if you didn't see me for a day." Nangong Yaoling found that he somehow missed those days. This woman now is like a porcupine; if she were to be taught into that shape, who knows how long it would take. Fortunately, he has enough confidence that one day, her heart will return to him.
