When she saw that even after launching such a fiery, blunt offensive, Jiang Che still sat across from her holding his glass of water, his expression as calm as ever, seemingly unimpressed, Li Menglu's eyes darted around as an idea instantly came to her.
She swiftly put away the bold, seductive mature woman demeanor from before, her shoulders drawing slightly inward.
A look of grievance and panic quickly appeared on her exquisite face, and even her eyes began to redden slightly.
"What's wrong..."
Li Menglu lowered her head slightly, nervously twisting the hem of her skirt with both hands. Her voice instantly turned soft, sweet, and cloying, like a little green tea girl who had suffered an enormous injustice.
"Could it be... that Brother Jiang doesn't like being addressed as 'Your Majesty'?"
"If Brother Jiang truly dislikes it that much, then Menglu won't use it again next time, okay?"
She lifted her beautiful, watery eyes and cautiously glanced at Jiang Che, like a startled fledgling.
"Brother Jiang, please don't be mad at me..."
"Every fault, every mistake, is Menglu's alone. Menglu failed to consider Brother Jiang's feelings..."
Listening to this tea-scented speech, so textbook-perfect it could have been written into a green tea manual, Jiang Che's hand holding the water glass paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.
A row of black lines seemed to pass over his forehead.
He truly couldn't understand how this woman managed to switch so seamlessly, without even the slightest physical windup, between a sexy, fiery mature woman brimming with pure desire and a pitiful little green tea sister.
One second, she had been wildly testing the waters with her black-stockinged jade feet; the next, she was teary-eyed and playing emotional blackmail.
This woman...
She really had some skills.
Jiang Che glanced