He draped an arm over the man's shoulder, leaning in close with a low chuckle. "How did this even get tied to beauty? If you're going to play the hero rescuing a damsel, shouldn't you at least pick a pretty one? Otherwise, what if she offers herself in return? That'd be a raw deal, wouldn't it?"
"This Young Master has rather high standards," the man chuckled wickedly, his gaze sweeping over the girl ahead before shaking his head. "Offering oneself? That depends on both face and figure." He glanced at the girl, then added, "This one has a certain lively aura about her, but her face is truly nothing to write home about. As for her figure... well, she's like a little bean sprout, not fully developed at all. This Young Master simply can't bring himself to take a bite."
Several men chatted and laughed nearby, making light of Yue'er. Little did they know, Yue'er—who appeared to be eating pastries and listening to the storyteller—had heard every word.
