Turning her back to Qingxiao Sword Venerable, Lin Huanhuan showed a disdainful expression.
He, a dignified Sword Master, has nothing better to do than to ask if I prefer Qu Xiao or him.
Doesn't he have anything else to do?
It's time to properly provoke him!
Lin Huanhuan turned around, and her previously disdainful expression instantly became delicate and pitiful.
Her eyes were red, tears glistening in her eyes: "Wasn't it you, Master, who personally arranged my marriage? You never asked me whether I liked it or was willing when you set it up. So why are you asking now?"
Lin Huanhuan's eyes turned red, and crystalline tears slipped down from her eyes.
Her tears fell hot and heavy, as if they were landing directly on Qingxiao Sword Master's heart.
