I raised my head and saw him glance at the bag of silver in my hand and said coldly: "Whose is it?"

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

"Is it Madam's?"

I was shocked and hurriedly shook my head in denial: "No, it's not Madam's. This bag of silver is——"

"Whose?"

"...Yes, slave." After saying this, my face was already flushed, my palms were sweating, and the hand he was holding on to my wrist slowly let go.<

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"Oh——"

He raised his eyebrows, and when he looked at me again, his eyes were not only as domineering and unruly as usual, but also showed clear contempt. Looking at him with such eyes, I also felt that my dignity had become the weight of his feet.

Mud, a trace of shameful sadness surged into his heart, and he buried his head even lower.

A hand reached over and lifted my chin.

"Actually, you look pretty good too."

The voice was very frivolous, even with a hint of joking. My heart trembled slightly, and I subconsciously looked up at him. Pei Yuanhao's thin lips were slightly raised, and an indifferent sneer appeared on his face. He slowly lowered his head.

I was so nervous that my whole body froze, and I felt his hot breath blowing on my neck.

He leaned into my neck and took a deep breath——

"The smell is also very good."

His approach aroused goosebumps all over my body, and my whole body began to tremble uncontrollably

Then, he slowly raised his face, then slowly lowered his head, staring at my lips.

At such a close distance, his long black eyelashes almost slapped my eyelids, causing itching sensations, and his breath had already blown across my cheeks, a temperature that was hotter than being close.

Soar.

No, don’t!

I was screaming in my heart, but I couldn't lift my hand that wanted to reject him. My fingers, which were almost convulsing, suddenly lost their strength the moment he came close to me, and the silver fell from my hand to the ground with a crash.<

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At the same time, his lips stopped almost no distance away from me, and his eagle-like eyes suddenly opened, looking at me with burning eyes.

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

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, pouring it down all of a sudden, waking me up.

He stood up slowly and pushed me away. I staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground. I stood up unsteadily and looked up at him again. The temperature in his eyes was even colder than the cold water.

, looked at me and said coldly: "Because, I hate women like you the most."

After saying that, he left me coldly and turned around to leave.

I stood there, watching his figure slowly disappearing at the end of the corridor. After a while, I knelt down and picked up the silver coins scattered on the ground. Every time I picked up a piece of silver, a drop of tear fell down, and my eyes gradually grew dim.

It becomes blurry and nothing can be seen.

He has no interest in me at all.

Isn’t this the best?

But why am I crying? Why is the sadness in my heart getting heavier and heavier, like a nightmare in the dark night that I can’t get rid of?

Could it be that just because such a mark was placed on the body, even the heart was exported?

By the time I returned to my small room exhausted both physically and mentally, it was already getting late. As soon as I entered the door, I heard a little maid running behind me.
Chapter completed!