"Ge'er just wants to conceal her identity. When the time comes, I could just say you're my attendant or my disciple," Si Mo said with a smile.
"I refuse!" Mu Qingge immediately turned him down without a second thought.
Why should she follow him?
"If Ge'er isn't willing..." Si Mo lowered his gaze, pretending to ponder. After a moment, he lifted his eyes to look at Mu Qingge, his voice carrying a hint of grievance and compromise, "Then let me follow Ge'er instead. Let's just say... I'm your brother."
"..." Mu Qingge's mouth twitched, staring into those amber eyes, feeling like she'd fallen into a trap.
He was clearly using retreat as advancement, setting up a trick for her to fall into.
Brother? What a fine brother.
Mu Qingge smirked coldly out of anger.
This enchanting figure not only had formidable cultivation but his intellect was also extraordinarily high.
"Holy King, I admire, I admire," Mu Qingge gritted through her teeth.
