Chen Nan would never become a monk. In response to Xuan Hui's repeated invitations, Chen Nan raised his fist.
"If you dare to mention it again, I might really hit you!"
"Alas!" Xuan Hui sighed deeply. "Should you change your mind, feel free to visit the Western Leiyin Temple."
Just then, Tang Zhirou suddenly walked up to Chen Nan, bashfully avoiding eye contact as she said, "Senior Brother, let's go together."
Her voice was gentle, completely devoid of her previous arrogance, yet it seemed somewhat out of character.
Chen Nan placed his hand on his forehead, puzzled, and asked, "You don't have a fever, have you been possessed?"
Tang Zhirou immediately became furious, slapped Chen Nan's hand away, and glared at him fiercely.
"Insensitive, filthy man!"
She huffed back to Nie Xiaoyu, complaining, "See, it didn't work either."
Nie Xiaoyu felt a headache coming on; perhaps the gentle approach really didn't suit Tang Zhirou.
