Unexpectedly, she was rejected, which was a considerable blow to her proud heart.
It was to the point that she even had thoughts of dying.
Just as she was crying, a warmth enveloped her body.
Lin Xuelan was startled. She looked at the blanket over her, her beautiful eyes red and swollen from crying, still tinged with a hint of mist, lifted to gaze at the young man: "Young Master Mo?"
"Wipe your tears." Chen Mo handed a handkerchief to Lin Xuelan, then said, "I think you misunderstood something. I said I needed time to consider, but I never rejected you."
Lin Xuelan's eyes brightened, and she cheerfully stood up: "Young Master Mo, you agreed?!"
The blanket draped over her slipped off as she stood, her graceful body curves thus came into Chen Mo's close view.
"Yes." Chen Mo nodded.
"Then I will serve Young Master Mo for a rest." Lin Xuelan lightly bit her red lip and raised her hand to help Chen Mo take off his clothes.
But Chen Mo stepped back.
Lin Xuelan: "???"
