He was dressed in red and came in style. Amid the falling apricot blossoms, he smiled slyly, charming all living beings, and the color was unparalleled... When he came forward, he bent down and looked at me, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his thin lips lightly parted: "I can't repay the goddess for saving my life this time. I heard that the goddess is not married yet..." He smiled shyly again, but his tone contained his unique indifference. Beak: "It just so happens that I'm not married yet. If I don't agree with you, what will the goddess think?" His voice was low and charming, and my heart flew up, and his long black hair was blown by the wind and fluttered on my face. It was itchy and messy. I couldn't bear to reach out and grab it, but unexpectedly bumped into his smiling eyes. "Huh?" He came closer, his breath blew against my ears, and his tone was even lower and evil. I couldn't help but reply: "Very good."