"Don't you want me to take down Saint Ya?"
Su Qiao bent down, casually yanked an herb from the grass, and tossed it into the Back Basket on her back before saying, "If you really wanted to take it down, would you have waited until now?"
Li Huaiyu was very powerful, but compared with Renault, he was no match at all.
"Fine, then let those old fools from the Elder Council have something to do. Otherwise, they're always idle and thinking up crooked schemes."
The reason Renault had agreed so readily was that he was afraid Su Qiao would challenge him to another mecha spar.
If they really sparred, should he fight for real or go easy on her?
If he fought for real, he was afraid of hurting her—and he couldn't bear to, either.
If he went easy on her, he was afraid he would only make her angrier and might even get beaten up.
Su Qiao stared at him with a bright smile. "We were thinking along the same lines."
Renault took off his gloves, picked up a washed jujube from the basket he was carrying, and stuffed it into her mouth. "That's why we're a match made in heaven."
"Little Bear, let's get married?"
He had already proposed, but she had only said she would think about it and had never given him an answer. He was anxious and utterly baffled by why she wouldn't agree.
Unfortunately, being anxious was useless. He could only slowly wear her down.
He brought it up three to five times a day. Whenever she was in a good mood, he would ask her again. He refused to believe she would never agree.
Wasn't there a saying that even a virtuous woman feared a persistent suitor?
If she refused, he would keep