"What do you mean?"
Jiang Xinghai raised an eyebrow. How exactly was an "improper gaze" defined?
Just one look, and he'd be deprived of his rights as a man?
"My Miss rarely shows her face to others. It's best not to stare at her for too long," Mi Hong explained quietly.
"What? Is your Miss some kind of Saintess?"
Hearing Mi Hong describe such an overbearing Ye Zhiqiu, Jiang Xinghai couldn't help but feel a flicker of disappointment. "Is even looking at her considered blasphemy? In that case, I'd rather not treat her. I want to keep my life so I can enjoy all the pleasures the world has to offer."
He was supposed to be resting this afternoon, preparing for battle.
"Divine Doctor Jiang, don't mind it. As long as I'm here, you won't get into trouble. Just don't do anything that displeases her. I'll be sure to remind you," Mi Hong said, regaining her composure.
"I'll go for your sake, Sister Hong."
