Zhou Gu's face changed color, feeling like his head was tainted with the scent of bugs.
He silently pulled out a handkerchief, intending to wipe away the smell of the bugs. But as he held it above his head, he theorized that in wiping the bug scent away, might he not also wipe away the touch of Su Rong's hand?
He was somewhat unwilling, so after a moment's hesitation, he ended up putting the handkerchief back in his pocket.
Su Rong turned to look at him, reminding him, "If you detest these bugs now, remember that when you leave the capital, there will be times when you will have no choice but to sleep on barren mountains or open fields. What will you do then? Will you not sleep?"
"I can sleep in a tree."
Su Rong nodded, "But bugs also crawl up trees, not all bugs live on the ground."
Zhou Gu: "..."
Su Rong critiqued him, "How can you be so delicate?"
Zhou Gu: "..."
He was a man, being called delicate wasn't exactly a compliment, was it?