Wu Handing looked at the uncouth man before her; any slight goodwill she'd felt due to his good looks had now completely vanished.
This person is too unkempt; there's no need to converse with him. What is my status? Even if I've experienced many hardships and torments, those are the fruits of my cultivation. My status is, and always will be, that of an Imperial Princess. There can never be any intersection with a man like this.
"Hello, may I rest here for a bit?"
"Of course, you're welcome! You see, I don't have much to entertain you with. How about I peel a cucumber for you?"
Lu Luo dug out a cucumber from his dirty pocket and placed it in front of Wu Handing.
Wu Handing's expression changed; she was somewhat unclear about Lu Luo's intentions.
This thing… he really wants me to eat it, right? A country bumpkin like him probably wouldn't understand the implications of a cucumber.
