Xianyu closed his eyes for a moment, then mustered a smile no different from his usual one.
"I don't care."
"I haven't done any of those things, so I don't care what they say."
Jingliu frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his answer.
Seeing this, Xianyu deliberately added in a lighthearted tone:
"Besides, why don't they live off a woman too? Don't they want to?"
Xianyu took Jingliu's hand and gently kneaded her palm.
"I think those people are just jealous that I get to be with you."
"After all, you're the Luofu's Sword Champion and an Emanator of the Reignbow Arbiter. No matter how you look at it, I'm the Diviner getting the better end of this deal, aren't I?"
Xianyu talked for quite a while, but Jingliu remained unmoved.
The alcohol nearly made him lose his balance, and he pinched his thigh hard beneath the table.
His gradually blurring consciousness instantly cleared.
Xianyu propped his chin on one hand, holding Jingliu's with the other.
He lowered his eyes, trying hard to think of a way to distract her.
After thinking for a long time, Xianyu finally had an idea.
He smiled and said:
"I wonder how long it'll take me to save up enough for the betrothal gifts?"
"It's really worrying."
"I feel like no betrothal gifts could ever be worthy of my Sword Champion."
Jingliu's expression shifted slightly, but she said nothing.
She had never liked voicing her thoughts, but when it came to Xianyu, she had no choice but to steel herself, endure her embarrassment, and express her feelings in the plainest words possible.
Jingliu had initially wanted to say that she didn't need betrothal gifts.
Because no amount of gifts could compare to your sincere heart.
Then Jingliu realized something was wrong and quickly pulled her hand