With that, the two of them stumbled away, shoving and grabbing at each other as they started to fight.
Yuan Lang finally walked over. It was only then that Wu Yue noticed the Beastman looked particularly handsome today.
His silky white hair, a signature trait of a Snow Tiger Beastman, was tied up high on his head with a vine, revealing the sharp, chiseled contours of his handsome face.
Wu Yue took two steps back. "What's with you today?"
Yuan Lang chuckled and looked at her. "Nothing's wrong. Don't you think I look good today?"
Wu Yue nodded. "You do look good. So flamboyant I could smell it from a mile away."
Yuan Lang: "..."
'Every time I try to give this little female a taste of the kind of handsomeness from her world, I always end up getting pissed off by the words that come out of her mouth.'
The Beastman's eyes narrowed as he looked at her rosy lips; the urge to shut her up with a kiss was overwhelming.
"Yuan... Yuan Lang!"
