Tomas should have been used to this by now. Your sudden compliments, your psychically touchy lifestyle, and all your flirting. Yet how could he ever get used to it? Everything you did just made him run in circles giggling. Only the elder gods knows Kuai Liang has heard Tomas’ yapping about you more than fifty times.

And today was no different, him blushing under his sliver mask after you called him smoking hot. “Ah, ah… thank you.”