"No."
Luo Xiu immediately denied with an adamant tone.
The Jade Hand that Zhao Rong was pressing down clenched the soft red fabric of her undergarment tightly against her chest.
She looked down, pursed her lips, and stared straight at the shadow on the ground: "To repay a kindness."
Zhao Rong felt a bit curious, wanting to know what kind of favor it was that made this woman from Great Li resort to such means to express her gratitude.
However... he did not ask about that.
Zhao Rong tilted his head slightly, studying her for a moment before suddenly asking, "What kind of man do you like?"
Luo Xiu calmed down again: "I like scholars who are as graceful as the young master."
Zhao Rong smiled faintly, "You're lying to yourself. You don't like men like me, hmm, at least not the current me."
Luo Xiu stopped talking.
