"Not good, I think it's better like this." Qu Tan'er shook her head and indeed did not want to pretend any longer. She feared that if she continued pretending, her sensory organs would deteriorate.
Mo Jingxuan said, "Eight sister-in-law, if I were the eighth brother, I would definitely like you."
"But the problem is, you're not." She replied with no good humor.
"Rest assured. I dare say, the eighth brother would also like you, and even... would only favor you." Mo Jingxuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said this with certainty.
"No need, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it." Let Mo Liancheng like her? It's not that she wanted a longer life, and with those women in the manor eyeing her, ready to swallow her whole, if she dared to fight them for favor, wouldn't she die even more miserably?
Then, after speaking, without waiting for Mo Jingxuan to open his mouth again, she turned around and headed back in the direction of the Snow Courtyard.