Aorong put away her casual smile and looked at him seriously, "Second Prince, listen carefully, I am not interested in you and I don't want to marry you."
Mo Xuyao's face changed drastically, and a stern look flashed in his eyes, "Don't say angry words, it's my fault, I will speed up to persuade my father."
Yea, she made it so clear, but this man is still so shameless and insistent. She really hates it when she thinks of him kidnapping her by any means necessary. All these new and old hatreds come to her heart.
She stood up slowly, with a cold and stern look on her face. Her strange expression attracted everyone's attention to her, and they were secretly worried.
She raised her right palm and swore a strong oath, "Everyone is here to bear witness to me. If I marry Mo Xuyao, there will be lightning from heaven."
Every word is as cold as stone, and the air is as cold as ice, filling the whole room with chill.
The oath she made was too ruthless, leaving no escape route for herself or others.
Everyone present shivered and looked at her in disbelief. What on earth was she talking about? Was she dizzy? Or was she just talking nonsense?
You must know that Mo Xuyao is the future king of Mo Ting, the dream lover of countless girls, and the person that countless ladies are vying to marry. But she is so ignorant of praise. How can she do this? How dare she do this?
Several girls' eyes were as fierce as needles, and they wanted to stab this ungrateful woman to death.
Mo Xuyao's face was ashen and his teeth clenched loudly, "Qian'er, why do you do this to me? Why? I... I really love you."
At the end of the sentence, I was almost too sad to say anything. Being hurt by the one I loved so much, no matter how cold-hearted he was, he couldn't bear the pain and his heart burst into tears. It hurt so much, it was ten times more painful than a thousand arrows piercing the heart.
a hundred times a thousand times
Isn't he good enough to her? For her, he begged his most beloved father for mercy and did not hesitate to kneel down. Even if he was scolded by his father, he would not regret it.
But what about her? How did she treat her? He looked at her coldly, and even said such cruel words. Is her heart made of stone? No matter how hard I try to cover it, it can’t be warmed. She has a heart of stone to the extreme.
Such a sad and miserable man can easily arouse the tenderness of girls. Except for Aorong, the other girls looked at him with sympathy on their faces, with tears in their eyes, wishing they could come forward to comfort him.
Aorong saw the reactions of these people in his eyes and did not feel soft-hearted at all. "A married man has no right to say such things. I still find it embarrassing."