When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Constantly refusing people was impolite.
He'd been dumped in a place like this without warning, and so far, the mission prompt hadn't even appeared. Fu Qian didn't want to cause too much trouble just yet.
With all these eyes on them, this wasn't convenient. If she was willing to go somewhere private, things would be much simpler.
That was the practical consideration. And if he also took his interests into account, then he had even more reason to agree.
At that moment, the fragrant young married woman was clearly attracting plenty of attention from those around her.
The state of this crowd was quite interesting, to say the least.
For starters, almost everyone was dressed just like the woman, in extravagant finery, meticulously groomed from head to toe.
Their manners and speech were refined, exuding the air of high society at a glance.
Fu Qian wasn't fond of this sort of social prestige, but he didn't dislike it either.
What made them interesting was that, beneath all that polish, they gave him a very strange feeling.
If he had to put it into words, they didn't seem entirely human.
They were impeccably dressed and charming, but still, they didn't seem human.
As the center of attention, Fu Qian felt like he was standing in the middle of a pack of animals in heat.
So Fu Qian was curious: if they lost such an excellent mating partner as this young married woman, how would the crowd react?
As expected, the moment Fu Qian accepted, the people in front of him reacted.
But the scene didn't unfold as he'd imagined. No strapping man came forward to compete for the chance to mate with her. Instead, another woman stepped forward.
Compared to the young married