Hearing this, Chu Ge merely smiled. Words that could hardly even be considered a scolding naturally had no effect on him.
"What I said came straight from my heart."
"With a beauty that could overturn nations like Master's, I imagine you must have had countless admirers back in the day."
Chu Ge spoke as if it were an offhand sigh, but in truth he was probing further into Luo Huangjun's past.
"None whatsoever. They were all just blind flies,"
Luo Huangjun replied after a brief silence.
As time passed, she gradually adapted to Chu Ge's intense gaze, and the blush on her cheeks faded quite a bit.
Seeing the look of doubt on Chu Ge's face, Luo Huangjun paused, then spoke again:
"Those with impure intentions—either they were crippled, or they were dead."
At those words, a cold glint flashed through Luo Huangjun's eyes.
With such a peerless appearance, she had naturally encountered foolish, blind men in her youth.
Even knowing full well that her background was extraordinary, these people still dared to harbor designs on her.
Toward such people, whose motives varied but were all trying to draw close, Luo Huangjun's methods of dealing with them had been extremely simple and brutal—she would draw her sword and cut them down.
Those with some strength or backing managed to keep their lives. Those without such things naturally met a dead end.
And once such incidents happened often enough, fewer and fewer people dared to approach her. After all, compared to beauty, one's life was more important.
Thus, in Luo Huangjun's eyes, these people were no different from annoying flies and could not be considered "admirers" at all.
From between the lines, Chu Ge also understood: his cool and aloof master was, in truth, completely inexperienced in romance.
"With a peerless elegance like Master's, if you've never had even one proper admirer, that would be quite a pity."
Chu Ge spoke as though sighing with emotion, his gaze still never leaving Luo Huangjun.
"Hmph, what's there to pity about that,"
Luo Huangjun snorted disdainfully.
"Then why not let your disciple… become the first one?"
Luo Huangjun's expression instantly froze. Her pupils trembled violently in an instant.
For a brief moment, she even wondered if she had heard wrong.
What did she just hear?
Was that the kind of thing he could actually say to her face?!
'Th-this… this rebellious disciple! Does he even know what he's saying?!'
This was a confession, right? This had to be a confession, right?!
Thinking it secretly, even writing it in the diary might be one thing, but now he was saying it straight to her face—as her master?!
Rebellious disciple—are you finally unable to restrain yourself and making a move on your master?!
'How can you be so outrageous, so shameless! I am your master!'
Luo Huangjun could no longer hold it in. Her heart screamed inwardly.
The blush that had just begun to fade surged back at a speed visible to the naked eye, rapidly spreading across her pristine face, even deeper than before.
Her mind was in utter chaos at this moment, her thoughts tangled like threads.
Chu Ge's sudden words had truly caught her completely off guard, to the point that her brain could scarcely process things anymore—she only felt dazed and muddled.
"If Master doesn't speak, then your disciple will take it as tacit consent."
Chu Ge was in no hurry, merely gazing at Luo Huangjun with a smile.
He even had the leisure to catch her wandering, evasive gaze and deliberately meet her eyes.
When their gazes intersected, Luo Huangjun would often be like a startled rabbit, quickly shifting her eyes away.
"Y-you… you mustn't speak such nonsense! I—I shall take it that you've lost your senses this time. You must not do so again in the future!"
With extreme stiffness, Luo Huangjun forced out this rather disjointed string of words.