The portrait had been circulated to death...
Mo Hua frowned. "Is it really that exaggerated?"
"Not exaggerated at all," Wu Ming said. Then he glanced at Mo Hua, shook his head, and sighed. "What is wrong with you? Do you have no self-awareness at all? So many women are watching you, and you cannot feel it?"
"I... can feel it a little..." Mo Hua said hesitantly.
When he had first arrived in Kun Province and lived with Junior Sister in the Small Blessed Land, he had sensed many women "watching" him.
Many girls had even handed him "love letters."
But those seemed to be two different matters.
Those letters were not brimming with affection. More often than not, they were filled with "killing intent."
For a moment, Mo Hua had not considered that women might watch him for other reasons...
Watching Mo Hua act as though he was "the center of countless eyes without even realizing it," Wu Ming felt an inexplicable surge of jealousy and irritation. Yet he did not dare show it. After all, Mo Hua was a monster wearing human skin.
If he was polite to you, do not actually take it for politeness.
Mo Hua asked, "What exactly do the great clans of Kun Province want by marrying into my family?"
Wu Ming lightly curled his lip. "Who knows..."
Maybe they wanted your body, maybe they wanted your talent, or maybe they wanted that unfathomable background of yours.
Those old foxes at the top all had their own calculations. Wu Ming knew his experience was still too shallow, and he could not see through them.
"Anyway..." Wu Ming glanced at Mo Hua. "You are about at that age too. It is time you considered the matter of a Dao companion."
Mo Hua gave a soft "oh,"