HRPM – Chapter 370 Little Luo Luo is too clever.

Xiao Luo’s voice was elegant and smooth as silk, like gentle morning dew slowly nourishing the heart.

Jin Luoluo could not help but tremble slightly, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.

His voice was so gentle, carrying a subtle concern—not overly eager, but expressing just the right amount of feeling. It made people feel comfortable and cared for without any pressure.

“Yes, I’m worried about selecting young women to perform dances at my carnival. I want to recruit beautiful and graceful girls from among the common people, but even though I’m offering high pay, the response has been lukewarm. Those with beauty and refinement all seem unwilling to appear in public. I’m at my wit’s end—I don’t even know where to find more women now.”

Ordinarily, Jin Luoluo would never have told Xiao Luo such a worry, even if it killed her. Admitting her troubles meant lowering herself before someone else.

The last thing she wanted was to concede defeat in front of Xiao Luo.

Yet today, for some inexplicable reason, she had spoken openly about it. Even she found it strange.

Why did she trust the scheming prince so much? Was it because the hardships they had shared during their recent escape had deepened the bond between them?

“Luoluo, have you considered that what worries them is precisely appearing in public? If you could find a way for them not to reveal themselves openly, perhaps they would be willing to give it a try.”

Xiao Luo raised his eyes and smiled, subtly hinting at an answer.

“A way to avoid appearing in public?”

Jin Luoluo murmured to herself, then suddenly slapped her palm.

“I’m so stupid! I forgot something I’ve already done myself. That day, as the Beauty Under the Moon, I wore a veil to conceal my identity. I can simply have them wear veils too. If no one knows who they are, they’ll naturally have no psychological burden. Little Luo-Luo, you’re so smart! Here, I’ll give you a flower.”

Xiao Luo sighed inwardly. Why did she enjoy giving people nicknames so much? Little Luo-Luo—if his subordinates heard such an embarrassing name, they would probably laugh themselves to death.

Jin Luoluo, who had no respect whatsoever for flowers and plants, casually plucked a chrysanthemum and placed it on Xiao Luo’s head.

“Little Luo-Luo looks so handsome wearing a chrysanthemum.”

She had intended to tease him, but a handsome man was still a handsome man. The flower only added an extra touch of graceful charm to his appearance.

With an exasperated expression, Xiao Luo removed it. With a flick of his fingers, the chrysanthemum flew neatly into Jin Luoluo’s hair beside her bun. Against her cloud-like locks, it made her look all the more delicate and enchanting.