"Babe, did you hear that?" Rosalina walked over to Julius with slow steps.
Both of them had the same cold look in their eyes.
Their faces showed pure disgust.
They could not even imagine the other person being touched or looked at by someone else.
The very thought felt like their whole body was burning alive.
Rosalina nudged Julius's cloak with her elbow and asked in a mocking voice, "Isn't it just prostitution with extra steps?"
"Exactly," Julius nodded his head hard and crossed his arms over his chest. His voice was full of sarcasm.
"It's just plain prostitution." He turned his sharp gaze toward the Love Guardian and frowned deeply.
"Oi, are you sure you're the Love Guardian? Or are you just a broker from the red light district?"
The Love Guardian's heavy armor shook with anger when he heard the insult.
"How dare you slander such pure love!" he snapped.
