But theory was theory, and practice was practice.
Although they described the same thing, in reality, they were worlds apart.
The cast-a-wide-net approach to flirting.
He had merely cast a wide net and picked out the white-clad beauty before him. He lacked the experience that came from actually flirting with so many people.
At that moment, facing the white-clad beauty who sent a moose rampaging through his heart, and feeling the needle-sharp stares of envy and resentment from those around him, he froze.
The Evil God King had even less idea what to say.
He hurriedly recited the remaining steps of romance in his mind again—give, then sleep together.
He seemed to remember there being something else in between, but his mind was such a tangled mess that he could not recall it.
At the same time, another question troubled him.
What exactly did "give" mean?
He remembered his roommate saying something about precious gifts.
That was probably it, right?
As he tried to convince himself, time pressed him to make a decision.
Forget it.
If I can't figure it out, so be it.
Anything precious has to be worth money anyway. Why overthink it? Why not just give her money?
So what if I can't remember the steps?
My roommate never said romance was a show-your-work question. It could be a fill-in-the-blank question.
As long as the answer is right, that's enough. And the answer is sleeping together.
At any rate, there's a chance it'll work.
With that thought—
"Ahem." The Evil God King's reincarnation cleared his throat, his face a picture of innocent righteousness.
"Woman."
"I like you."
"I'll give you money."
"Sleep with me."
The previously boisterous Lie Yan Bar abruptly fell silent.
At that moment, one could have heard a pin drop.
"Gulp." The Sea King