"Who are you?"
Princess Amy asked softly.
"I..."
Zhou Yuan suppressed the shock in his heart, swallowed, and pretended to be excited: "I, I am your fan! I've liked you since many years ago!"
"Fan?" Princess Amy tilted her head, "But you're a demon."
"Who, who said a demon couldn't, couldn't be your, your fan?"
Faced with her tilted head, Zhou Yuan's face turned red and he started stammering.
"What's wrong with you?" the minotaur beside him asked puzzledly.
"The princess, she's just too cute." Zhou Yuan clutched his chest, as if he'd been shot.
"You..." Princess Amy frowned slightly, seemingly thinking he was a pervert.
"Ah, even cuter!"
Zhou Yuan let out a twisted scream, quickly stepped forward, grasped Princess Amy's hands tightly, his face full of fanatical joy, and spoke endlessly about how much he admired Princess Amy, moved to the verge of tears.