The little maids came forward cautiously, wanting to comb Ye Xuanji's hair again. ()
Ye Xuanji sneered: "Real temperament is simple and refined. Is this man with pearls and green hair like a nouveau riche?"
She originally didn't want to talk to him anymore.[
But seeing his domineering attitude made me feel irritated, and I couldn't help but want to confront him.
Mo Qingcheng's eyes darkened.
Those jewelry are the formal wear of the princess, elegant and luxurious, and naturally have nothing to do with the nouveau riche.
What she did was just because she felt unfair.
She is now like a hedgehog with its thorns plucked out. Whenever there is any disturbance, it wants to erect its thorns all over its body to prick people.
Little did he know that the thorn on his body was gone...
He sighed, waved his hand calmly, asked the maids and servants to leave, picked up a gold hairpin from the table, and said calmly: "I'll do it."
Ye Xuanji's face changed slightly. He wanted to tie her hair himself?
She subconsciously wanted to stand up, she didn't need his attentiveness!
His shoulders sank, and his palm pressed hers. The force was not strong, but it was enough to prevent her from moving.
He smiled softly and whispered in her ear: "Madam, how about you dress up nicely? Or I take you to bed, choose one of the two..."
Ye Xuanji's pretty face turned red and she gritted her teeth.
Isn't he embarrassed to see so many people saying such ambiguous things?!
However, she knew his temperament, which was unruly and uninhibited, and if he could say it, he might actually be able to do it.
He closed his eyes slightly, feeling sadness welling up in his heart.
I often call myself a chivalrous woman, but I never expected that I would end up in this situation today.
Not only was he raped by his enemies, but he was also reduced to someone else's substitute...