On the way home, Zhao Jiuge was still recalling Miao Huehua’s unusual temperament. 

Miao Yuehua was completely different from the women he had met before. Although they had only talked for a bit, he could see how the women of the Miao ethnicity were much more passionate and direct.

They were not noble and elegant like Ling Bo Re, who was very independent. They weren’t like Su Su, who was clever and refined, or tender and soft like Bai Qingqing, or gentle and caring like his senior sister Fu Hongling.

While those figures continued to flash through Zhao Jiuge’s mind, a voice suddenly awakened him.

“What? Are you still thinking about other women?”

Ling Bo Re’s voice was a bit cold and her beautiful eyes glanced at the pondering Zhao Jiuge.

“No, no.” After being awakened, Zhao Jiuge quickly denied it. 

Ling Bo Re was not going to spare him and her mouth curved up into a playful smile. “How did it feel to play the hero that saved the beauty? Unfortunately, she didn’t devote her heart to you.”

After she finished speaking,...