Flirt and Flee: The Strategist Is a Female Scholar

【Important note: The sweet moments come later, and it only gets sweeter!】【Cunning, scheming “man” VS aloof, proud sourpuss】 The handsome young man in black wears a roguish grin. “I don't care if they're a man or a woman. If they're good-looking, I like them! Don't get in the way of my flower-picking!” The handsome man in white flashes a cold glint from his narrow eyes, looking like an immortal descended from the heavens. “Then I won't care if they're a man or a woman. I'll break every peach blossom around you!” The young man swallows. “You're really handsome, sir. Care to chat?” Disgust crosses the beautiful face. “Get lost!” The young man moves to embrace an old friend, but a streak of white darts between them. “Mind your manners. Don't get too familiar with anyone else!” “Who counts as someone else?” “Everyone but me!” The young man says, “Look, a beauty!” A snowy-white sleeve blocks his eyes. “See no evil.” “Who's the evil?” “Me!” Thunder and lightning flicker in the young man's eyes. A wicked yet resolute smile curls his lips. “If we use this troubled world as our chessboard, will you join me in bringing it to peace?” White robes as pure as snow, starry eyes sparkling, thin lips parting: “You protect the world. I'll protect you!”