Although Dongfang Huai Zhu had been mentally prepared, she still hadn't expected Wang Yue to say something so suggestive the moment they met. She couldn't help lowering her head.
That shy, gentle downward glance... Senior Xu's taste really was extraordinary. Wang Yue was truly dazzled by Dongfang Huai Zhu.
At first, he'd wanted to keep Dongfang Huai Zhu by his side because she reminded him of an old friend. Now, he had genuinely fallen for her.
Wang Yue felt the mood was right, so he took out the flute he'd prepared and held it out to Dongfang Huai Zhu. He said solemnly, "I noticed you were always carrying a flute, so I specially made one for you as a magical treasure. I hope you like it."
Dongfang Huai Zhu glanced at the emerald-green flute and saw that it was densely covered with countless formations. That showed her how much effort Wang Yue had put into it, and eased the last of her apprehension.
She thought it would be best to clear some things up, so she said very seriously, "Actually, I'm not good at music. I often carry this flute because, back then, when Father told me to choose a magical treasure, this one looked the prettiest.
"If you're trying to win me over because of that, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
Wang Yue didn't take the flute back. He remained gentle as he said, "It doesn't matter if you're not good at it. I can teach you, little by little."
Seeing that Wang Yue was insisting, Dongfang Huai Zhu accepted the flute, then continued, "Actually, I can't sing, play instruments, play chess, paint, write, cook, wash clothes, or make the bed. The only thing I'm good at is fighting and using magic. So, are you disappointed?"
Wang Yue shook