The Xifeng Princess, who had initially formed a poor first impression of him—and he of her—had come to find him about something important. Li Mu Yang never expected her to leave him staring like a stunned sheep the moment she opened her mouth.
"Li Mu Yang, do you have any more clothes to wash?"
If an ordinary person had said something like that, Li Mu Yang would not have been so surprised.
But when those words came from Xifeng Princess Chu Ning, it was simply bizarre beyond belief.
She was a lofty imperial princess, after all—the supreme existence of the Xifeng Empire.
Li Mu Yang stared at Chu Ning warily and asked, "What are you trying to do?"
"Pfft."
Chu Ning giggled. Looking at Li Mu Yang's cautious expression, she said, "Li Mu Yang, what are you afraid of? It's not as if I can eat you, can I?"
"Don't try to fool me." Li Mu Yang took two steps back, putting even more distance between himself and Chu Ning. "I've read about this in books. Some women deliberately tear their own clothes and cry 'molestation' just to make a man take responsibility for them. My mother told me I'm still young and won't let me date while I'm studying."
Chu Ning kicked at him and shouted furiously, "Li Mu Yang, what kind of person do you take this princess for? I am the dignified Xifeng Princess! How could I be some shameless, depraved woman?"
Li Mu Yang repeatedly backed away to dodge Chu Ning's attacks and said, "That's not to say that women who do such things are depraved. Sometimes men actually hope that the woman they like will do something like that to them. But I just feel that the two of us aren't suited for each other.