"Do you have something to say, or are you making fun of me?" Wu Han scowled at Noah. Ever since they met, the boy had been treating him like an idiot.
"Kind of both." Without any change in his expression, Noah confessed before continuing. "Why don't you use your Soul Sense to look at her? Now, don't be a pervert, just look at her hands and Zither."
"How did you even— wait, never mind, you will give me another headache." Wu Han did not even care about Noah's jab when he mentioned Soul Sense.
He could not help but wonder how the boy even knew about it and why the hell he kept on messing with him even after knowing it.
Even though many questions arose in his head, he immediately rejected the thought of asking the boy about it. He did not have the habit of being embarrassed, nor did he like getting embarrassed.
*Woosh!*