Yao Ziyan looked at Luo Chuan with a complicated expression.
"I'm telling you, you've been looking at me like that for ten minutes already." Luo Chuan set down his teacup and sighed helplessly.
Ever since he had revealed the title decided upon by a certain steward who wished to remain anonymous, Yao Ziyan had fallen into this state.
There was pity in her gaze, affection, concern, worry...
In short, it was complicated.
Yao Ziyan tentatively reached out to touch Luo Chuan's forehead, while using her other hand to feel her own. "Your temperature is normal too..."
A cool sensation came from his forehead. It did feel rather nice.
But Luo Chuan had no mind to enjoy it at the moment. He slapped Yao Ziyan's hand aside and could not help rolling his eyes. "Actually, I think you're the abnormal one."
It was just a title. Was such a huge reaction really necessary?
"I really don't know what you were thinking." Yao Ziyan sighed. Seemingly recalling something, she wore an expression caught between laughter and tears. "Why did you have to call yourself that?"
She did not understand. Calling himself Father God was perfectly normal, yet he had deliberately chosen... Dad God.
Yao Ziyan wanted to laugh, but could not. She wanted to complain, yet for a moment did not even know where to begin.
Father God... Dad God...
Taken purely at face value, there was no difference at all.
But it was just so strange!
Luo Chuan sighed. "Mainly because all the others were already taken."
Yao Ziyan: "?"
Her eyes blinked blankly, unable to understand what he meant.
"Having the same title as someone else wouldn't be ideal. After thinking it over, this seemed to be the only one left that was fairly suitable." Luo Chuan was quite helpless