Although Feng Xian Beauty and the Southern Border Demon King had egged him on, Yue Yang did not make a move right away.
Forcing himself on someone and all that.
Turning raw rice into cooked rice.
He was not entirely against it. With his selfish nature, if he set his sights on a girl, he did not want her escaping the palm of his hand. Thinking was one thing, but putting it into practice required some skill and patience. He could not just force himself on everyone like a brute; he had to consider the person and the timing. For instance, if Feng Xian Beauty and the Southern Border Demon King said a few words and he immediately rushed out to take down Yingluo, that free-spirited queen, what would Princess Cici and the others think? The good impression he had worked so hard to establish would probably be ruined in one stroke by such lustful behavior.
Even Feng Xian Beauty and the Southern Border Demon King, who had instigated it, might be smiling on the surface while having already overturned jars of vinegar in their hearts. Who could see through a woman's heart?
Not even Yue Yang, who possessed the Heavenly Keen Eye!
"I'll talk to Yingluo first..." As a transmigrator, Yue Yang had long seen all manner of women's jealous displays in television shows and films. He knew that how he behaved now was important. If he handled it well, he could earn quite a few points in everyone's hearts. If he handled it poorly, Princess Cici alone could probably make three plates of sweet-and-sour ribs out of him, let alone all those girls.
"Who are you trying to fool? You must be feeling so pleased inside right now that you want to throw your head back and laugh!"