That's right, it seems when Harry North sees his own Crown Prince, he just feels hot... hot, so hot!
"Harry, am I good-looking?"
"To the Crown Prince, yes, very good-looking..." Harry replied.
"Has my face grown flowers?"
"To the Crown Prince, no... no it hasn't..." answered Harry.
"Then why the hell don't you even blink?" Is he really that good-looking? Does Harry... want to be dealt with?
"..." Harry shivered, coming back to his senses. Well, the Crown Prince is exalted, noble like a deity, a man unparalleled, dominating the Sovereign Empire, ruling with one hand, the man in control of all the lifelines of the empire. He's the real-life exalted King, how could I possibly desecrate him!
"Crown Prince, I'll take them to receive their rewards now." Harry dared not look at his lord again.
"Stop." Lucas Knight spoke again, "Come back after receiving the rewards..."
"..." The crowd was puzzled.
