A wave of embarrassment surged up from the bottom of her heart, burning until even her fingertips felt numb.
She gritted her teeth and stirred her divine power.
The circular platform beneath Lin Ye suddenly lit up. His entire body was lifted by a layer of golden light, passing through the interwoven gold-and-silver light curtain as the view before him suddenly opened up.
What entered his eyes was a space shrouded in soft light.
The God of Love, Ning Rongrong, stood not far away. Her long pink dress shimmered with a fine glow beneath the halo of light, and layered peach blossom patterns were embroidered into its hem, like spring branches blooming and spreading over her body.
She wore an exquisite peach blossom hair ornament, with a few loose strands falling over her forehead, making her already delicate face appear even softer.
Wrapped in a faint halo, she looked like a meticulous painting that had just been completed, every line perfectly placed.
Lin Ye's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and he silently sighed to himself. As expected of someone who became a god. She really has an extra touch of otherworldly grace compared to mortals.
That calm, crystalline air she radiated from within was something ordinary soul masters could never cultivate, no matter how hard they trained.
Ning Rongrong's eyes shifted. Her gaze landed on his face for an instant before quickly darting away, as though she were giving herself one final bit of mental preparation—Just treat me as the God of Love.
She spoke in a divine voice, as if the muttering only she could hear had never happened. "Begin your Dare task."
Yet the blush on her face did not fade in the slightest after she said it.
Her evasive gaze avoided Lin Ye's eyes, while