Hopefully, Xiao Xiao thought the same.
Lu Fenying lifted Mo Qian'er's chin so that her eyes met his. He asked coldly, "When you begged him to help you, you didn't think that he was unrelated. When you were in his arms, you didn't think that he was unrelated."
Mo Qian'er shook her head. "It's not like that. There really is nothing between us. You're mistaken. How can anyone like a woman like me?"
Lu Fenying's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Is my woman embarrassing?"
"Your Highness, I'm just a slave; I don't have a status. I'm not your woman. No matter how many times I serve you, I'm just a slave. How am I any better than those brothel girls? Do you think anyone will like me? Even I despise myself!"
Mo Qian'er yelled.
How could he dare say that she wasn't an embarrassment?
She had no right to accept Mr. Xiao's love at all. She only found his feelings toward her unbearable.