"Do you need something?" Luo Yan bent down, kindly aligning his gaze with hers.
For loyal citizens, he was never stingy in showing his approachable side, especially to the Gray Wind Tribe who had steadfastly stood by him time and time again.
However, what he didn't expect was that as he bent down, the girl suddenly leaned toward his cheek and planted a kiss.
Everyone froze on the spot.
Even the young man sitting on the roof playing the six-stringed guitar paused his movements involuntarily, and the Dark Night Elf girl who had been singing instinctively stopped her song.
Before anyone could react, the mischievous girl had already dashed away like a gust of wind, her cheeks bright red.
"Earlier… uh, no… that…"
Helen, coming back to her senses, was horrified as she looked at Luo Yan, trying to justify her tribeswoman's impulsive behavior.
But he merely touched his cheek, waved his hand with a smile, and graciously dismissed the matter.
