The Wedding (8)

Being sat so close together in a private space made her feel even more awkward. She wanted to stand up and adjust her sitting position but thought that it would be too obvious. Hence, she discreetly coughed to clear her throat before saying, "This car needs an additional seat."

Di Fuyi merely looked at her and chuckled. "Everyone who gets married will need to sit this way. What's wrong? Are you shy?"

Gu Xijiu raised her chin slightly as she replied, "No, I am not! I am the Divine Lord. How can I be shy because of this? Besides, this is all just a show. It's just that I am much older than you, so it's a bit..."

She could not think of the right word for a moment, so Di Fuyi went on for her, "It makes you feel like an old cow that eating young grass, right? Or does it more closely resemble a flower being inserted into cow dung?"

Gu Xijiu was speechless.