Chapter 712 - You’re Sick (1/2)

“I’ll get up that tree to keep a lookout,” Tang Wulin told White Seven. He went to the big tree and began to climb. When he felt he was high enough, he looked around to make sure they were alone and then found a comfortable branch to sit on. He was hungry. All that marching and running had consumed a lot of his energy, and hiking in a world with such strong gravity didn’t help. So he took out a bing and a chunk of beef, folded the bing around the meat, and started stuffing himself.

White Seven took her seat on a clean stone beneath the tree and gracefully drank a swallow of water from her bottle.

Why isn’t she eating? Tang Wulin wondered. Is she not hungry? Then the answer hit him. She doesn’t have anything to eat, because almost all the food that small town can provide today is in my storage rings. He thought he heard her stomach rumbling. He could have offered her something to eat, but he didn’t feel like being a gentleman today.

White Seven stole a glance at him, and just as quickly averted her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to ask for food from him, partly because she was too prideful and partly because she feared he was still holding a grudge against her for not letting him sleep in their room. But soon her fear gave way to hunger. “Bring down your food to me!” she heard herself say as Tang Wulin started wolfing a second bing.

Tang Wulin didn’t so much as glance at her. She might be a highborn lady, but her manners are far from ladylike.

“Hey, you! Did you hear me? I said, bring down the food!” White Seven flared, lurching to her feet.

“My name is not Hey You. You can call me White Three,” Tang Wulin said, not unkindly.

“You said you were a gentleman. What kind of gentleman watches a girl starve while stuffing himself?” she shouted up.

“The bad kind,” said Tang Wulin, smiling. “I might give you some if you ask nicely.”

“Ask nicely?” White Seven snorted. “I have always had everything handed to me on a silver platter. If you think I’ll ask nicely, you must be crazy.”

Tang Wulin laughed. “I might be crazy, but you’re sick.”

White Seven didn’t understand what he was talking about. “I’m not sick!” she said angrily.

“Yes, you are. You have princess syndrome.”

The girl was infuriated. “Get down here! I’m warning you!”