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Mo Xianxian fell silent, unusually at a loss for words.

Even a person as wildly frenetic as her found it hard to imagine such a scene.

Seeing her look their way, those two clasped jade hands even seemed shyly to twist.

Then, they resumed their struggle with each other.

She didn't quite know what to say anymore.

She looked up at Xu Yuan, then down again, sighing.

"No, what's with that look in your eyes?"

Xu Yuan was somewhat frantic.

The pitying gaze from Mo Xianxian, as if she were sympathizing with him, angered him.

As the saying goes, lies can't hurt people, only the truth cuts like a sharp knife.

Her sympathetic gaze hurt him.

Indeed, signing such an embarrassing groin-bound agreement to enter the City Lord's Mansion was a humiliating affair.

But what could he do about it?

"It's nothing, carry on."

Mo Xianxian sighed quietly.

"So, this is your condition for coming in?"

"Mm."