"Why can't it be me?" the woman retorted.
"I didn't expect it to be you." Julius Reed's face suddenly flushed red.
He instinctively looked around.
Thankfully, someone nearby pulled up the cloth curtain.
Shame!
The dignified Holy Lord, and yet...
Sigh!
His face still burned painfully hot.
"Then who did you think it was?" Nelson couldn't help but pout, "You brute, compensate me for the new clothes."
"Wait here, I'll go get you an outfit first." Julius Reed was clearly just looking for an excuse to make a clean getaway.
Pretending to be clueless comes in handy sometimes.
"Stop right there!" Nelson let out a cold hum, "What is it? Trying to dodge responsibility again?"
"No way!" Julius Reed coughed lightly, adopting a lofty tone, "Thank you."
"A thank you?" Nelson burst into laughter.
She really enjoyed teasing Julius Reed.
Only in moments like this would the grand Holy Lord end up completely flustered.
"Be serious!" Julius Reed's face reddened!
Too hot!
