Adam shuddered as the man leaned over the table.
"I don't know what a silver moon striker is, but I'll take your words at face value." The prince smiled and gestured. "Honor to the lady. Oh." He covered his mouth playfully. "Don't bother to ask about secret techniques. In fact, let's not bring cultivation into our discussion, alright darling?"
Adam almost fainted when he heard the flirtatious tone and saw the wink. Was this dude that crazy? His brows twitched, but his eyes hardened. It was a good opportunity to fish for information and perhaps learn this palace's history. And the first question was one he genuinely wanted to ask.
"For how long have you been in this room to develop such an obsession for women?"
The prince leaned a little more and sniffed his scent instead of answering. This bastard's smile, his curved eyes... 'I want to punch him to oblivion!'
As mana rumbled in his circuits and threatened to explode, the man's eyes narrowed into slits as he pulled back.
