As Ling Ping'an turned around, the two girls immediately looked at him with smiles.

The smiles on their faces were extremely sincere.

Ling Ping'an started to doubt his life.

"The books are right! Women are the most deceitful creatures!"

He coughed and felt that it was better to talk things out.

Hence, he looked at He Rourou.

He sized her up.

It had to be said that even if Ling Ping'an could not sense beauty; he had to admit that she was indeed a good girl.

She had an especially good figure!

Her chest was swollen and her words were pleasant to hear.

Most importantly...

Her body looked like a ripe apple.

Even a fool knew that as long as he took a bite, it would definitely be very sweet!

But the problem was...

"Miss He!" Ling Ping'an said, "You said that you know me... but I really don't know you!"

This was the truth. A gentleman would not lie to others.

Because a gentleman was magnanimous, he was what he was.

Especially when it came to relationships with new little girls.

Ling Ping'an would never lie to others.

This was not only his morals that were restricting him.

It was also his principles as a person.

He Rourou's heart sank when she heard this.

However, she was already prepared!

The greatness of her master was unimaginable.

She wanted to serve such a great master.

Even if she was just an insignificant servant, she would still have to go through many trials.

Thus, He Rourou looked at her master.

The Great One who seemed ordinary but was in fact in control of the fate of the world and ruled over countless worlds.

She took a deep breath and used all her courage to say, "Young Master..."

"Don't worry..."

"I won't pester you..."

"I'll definitely wait... Wait for you to remember me..."

Ling Ping'an was confused.

What was all this about?

Were all young ladies nowadays talking like this?

And...

"What kind of virtue do I have to receive such great love from You?" Ling Ping'an asked. He was really curious about this question.

Right!

Did he really know himself?

He couldn't tell.

Well, he could be considered good-looking or very good-looking.

But he was lazy and shut-in.

He also had a cheap conscience.

He often donated a little here and a little there.

The subsidies and allowances of the Federal Empire's Ministry of Finance were all spent.

Although he had a lot of ancestral property in his family, real estate was also quite valuable.

But he couldn't sell these things.

And he wouldn't sell them either!

Ancestral property was the property left behind by his ancestors. The ancestors had always donated the proceeds of these properties to those who needed them.

Therefore, no matter how depraved he was, he couldn't touch these things.

The seven generations of the old Ling family had done good deeds, and they definitely couldn't lose their generations in his hands.

Otherwise, how could they meet their ancestors in the future?

So, which family's girl wanted to marry him.

That would really be eight lifetimes of bad luck!

She wouldn't be able to get anything.

Perhaps she would only receive some fake care and care.

Therefore, Ling Ping'an was really doing it for the benefits of others.

No matter what the reason was, he hoped that this miss he would stay away from him.

He was only suitable to be a friend of strangers.

However, He Rourou bit her lip as tears welled up in her eyes.

She looked at Ling Ping'an pitifully.

"Young Master..."she didn't beg, nor did she find any reason.

She just meowed.

Just like a cat that had been scolded by its owner.

Just like a dirty puppy that had wandered on the streets and no one loved it.

Ling Ping'an lowered his head and looked at the kitten in his arms.

The little one's amber eyes looked at him.

Ling Ping'an shook his head.

He looked at He Rourou. "Alright, alright..."

"I know you, Alright!"

As he said that, he looked at her seriously.

He looked at her face.

In the eyes of the outside world, it was a classic and charming little face.

The skin on the face was very delicate.

It was so smooth that it was almost broken. The little mouth was slowly pouting, which made people feel sympathy for her. An ordinary person would probably find it hard to reject any act of coquettishness from such a woman.

Fortunately, Ling Ping'an had face blindness.

He did not have the concept of beauty or ugliness.

Besides, this girl's eyes were watery.

It was the same as her figure. When people saw her, they would not forget her.

It was moist, which felt like spring.

Ling Ping'an looked at her carefully.

Then he used his nose to sniff her scent.

It was very fragrant...

It smelled like flowers blooming in the mountains in spring.

There was a special fragrance.

It was like an orchid or a musk deer, full of youth and vitality.

After Ling Ping'an had done all this, he looked at He Rourou and said to her, "Alright! I'll remember you from now on!"

This was the truth!

Anyone who he had carefully identified and memorized the characteristics and taste of.

Otherwise...

He wouldn't have any impression of an ordinary person after two or three hours.

He Rourou listened like a kitten that had received a reward from its owner and a puppy that had eaten food given to it by a kind person.

As her eyes lit up instantly, her entire mood instantly became incomparably happy.

She was like an elf, cheering and jumping, as happy as the new year.

However, she was still not confident.

She looked at Ling Ping'an and asked, "Really?"

"Really!" Ling Ping'an nodded. "I will definitely remember you next time!"

"Thank you!" He Rourou was extremely excited! She bowed deeply. "Thank you, Young Master Ling!"

In her heart, she silently called out, "My master..."

"The owner of everything I own!"

"My greatest, most powerful, most terrifying master..."

"I will definitely work even harder... even harder..."

"Let you acknowledge me... acknowledge me as your servant, wash your clothes, cook your meals, warm your bed..."

And then...

But that was something very far away.

Something that required countless efforts and sweat to achieve.

Master was as great as the Sun.

And he was just a small moth that admired the Sun's greatness and holiness.

Stupid, stubborn, and determined, he yearned for the sun that shone and brought warmth to all things.

Ling Ping'an stared at the girl who was talking incoherently in front of him.

He could only helplessly shrug his shoulders and politely said to her, "You're welcome!"

As a human being, one had to be a bit more polite.

Because of that, he turned his head and looked at Zheng Manjing, who had been quietly waiting by the side like a quietly blooming evening primrose.

"Miss Zheng!" Ling Ping'an studied her big blue eyes and said, "The soup you made last night was tasty!"

This was the truth.

It was indeed very delicious!

As Zheng Manjing listened to the compliment, she smiled gently. "This is my honor!"