Kurumi narrowed her eyes. "I came this time to fulfill one of your little wishes."
"A little wish?!" Yang An's eyes widened. Like a child, he looked expectantly at the divine girl standing not far before him.
"Hahahahaha! As expected, I bear Heaven's mandate—I am the Child of Destiny! Even Kurumi, who has become a Goddess, cannot resist my Charm! I must..."
Kurumi could not know what Yang An was thinking, but she could read some of it from his expression.
Kurumi was deeply disgusted.
She had no self-awareness whatsoever. In Kurumi's view, once Li Jiayu, blessed with the "Number One Beauty Under the Stars" halo, appeared, he would instantly suppress her own presence to its lowest point. Then Yang An's attention would shift from her to Li Jiayu, and he would fall madly in love with him, making countless promises...
As for whether Li Jiayu would pop a vein and slap Yang An into a pile of meat paste, Kurumi had no idea.
She merely wanted to push the plot forward. Besides... as the "protagonist," how could Yang An lack a protagonist's halo?
Then he could fall in love and fight with Li Jiayu... Kurumi could already imagine an epic masterpiece tens of millions of words long!
While Kurumi was immersed in her wild fantasies, Yang An straightened his back, restoring his disheveled self to a handsome and dashing appearance.
With sword-like brows slightly raised and starry eyes full of spirit, Yang An believed he had taken the word "handsome" to its absolute peak.
It had been a long time since he had used his own charm to pick up girls. For women, what moved them was often just some small gesture. If you could do countless little things well, congratulations—you would win the beauty's heart.
Yang An pondered