In Mo Wenwan's astonished eyes appeared a trace of desolation. She carefully scrutinized Lu Xing, finally forcing his gaze with her cold eyes, gradually growing cold inside.
"You're saying that, in your eyes, I'm just a bed partner, someone dispensable."
Mo Wenwan's words didn't provoke Lu Xing, but her expression seemed somewhat frightening. It's known that women can be very cruel when they become cold, and he didn't need to offend Mo Wenwan, so he said, "I don't know what I did wrong, or if I made you misunderstand. If I've caused a misunderstanding, I can apologize, Miss Mo."
"I'm not interested in your apology."
Sullenly, Mo Wenwan's mood suddenly turned heavy. Before Lu Xing came, she was very confident that she could make Lu Xing bow down before her. Unexpectedly, things didn't develop as she hoped, so she couldn't calmly accept this blow and could only face him with a sour expression.
"Miss Mo, we're still friends."
