I raised my head and saw him look at the bag of silver in my hand and said coldly: "Who's it?"

"..." I bit my lower lip and lowered my head.?????

"Is it the lady?"

I was shocked and hurriedly shook my head and denied: "No, it's not Mrs., this bag of silver is-"

"Whose?"

"...Yes, I'm a servant." When I finished saying this, my face was already red, and my palms were covered with cold sweat, and the hand he grabbed my wrist slowly loosened.

"oh--"

When he raised his eyebrows, he looked at me again not only as domineering as usual, but also had a little more contempt. When he was looked at such a gaze, I also felt that my dignity had become mud under his feet. A trace of shame and sorrow surged into my heart, burying my head lower.

One hand reached over and lifted my chin.

"Actually, you're pretty good."

The voice was very frivolous, even with a hint of joking. My heart trembled slightly. I subconsciously looked up at him. Pei Yuanhao's thin lips slightly raised, and a calm sneer appeared on his face. He slowly lowered his head. I was so nervous that I froze and felt his breathing blowing hotly between my neck.

I took a deep breath—"The smell is good, too."

Then, he slowly raised his face, then slowly lowered his head, and approached my lips.

At a distance of closeness, his long, black eyelashes almost slapped on my eyelids, bringing a numb feeling, and his breathing was already entangled on my lips, a warmer temperature rose up than ambiguity.

No, no!

My heart was shouting wildly, but I couldn't lift my hand that wanted to refuse him. My almost spasm-like fingers suddenly took off the force when he approached me, and silver fell to the ground with a whistle.

At the same time, his lips stopped at a place that was almost no distance from me. The pair of eagle-like eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes looked at me like a torch.

"But, I have no interest in you at all."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water, which suddenly splashed down, awakening me.

He slowly stood up straight, but the temperature in his eyes was ice colder than the cold water. He looked at me and said coldly: "Because, I hate women like you the most."

After saying that, he threw me away coldly and turned around and left.

I stood there and watched his back slowly disappearing at the end of the corridor. After a while, I squatted down and picked up the silver scattered on the ground. Every time I picked up one, a tear fell down, and my eyes gradually blurred and I could not see anything.

No interest in me at all.

Isn't this the best?

But why do I cry? Why is my heart so sad that I feel more and more serious, as if I can’t get rid of the nightmare in the dark night?

Is it because of such a brand on my body that I even exported my heart?

When I returned to my small room physically and mentally exhausted, it was getting late. As soon as I entered the door, I heard a little palace maid running over behind me.

"Sister Qingying, the third prince has arrived in Luomeizhai. Madam asks you to go over and serve you immediately."
Chapter completed!