Murong Xiaoxiao's Heart Was in Turmoil
Jiang Dong froze for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Brother Ning, don't joke with me. We're both men. Don't mess around."
"I'm not joking. I've liked you for a long time. Otherwise, why haven't I taken a wife? Why haven't I associated with any other female cultivators? I can't stand the sight of those women. Really, I'm only happy when I'm with you. Brother Jiang, you know how I feel about you. Forget what people think. Let's be together! I'm not like Qu Feiyan. I won't abandon you, and I'll never give you the cold shoulder." Ning Wuque spoke with a lovestruck gaze, his expression fervent.
"Brother Ning, you're drunk. Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Dong's tone grew stern, and his expression turned grave.
He was beginning to realize that Ning Wuque wasn't joking with him at all. He really did have improper feelings for him.
For Jiang Dong, whose sexual orientation was perfectly ordinary, this was impossible to accept. He liked women, not men.
"I'm not drunk, and I'm not talking nonsense. You know how I feel about you, don't you? Am I really so much worse than Qu Feiyan? Brother Jiang, listen to me. Let's be together. There's no need to care about who Qu Feiyan gets engaged to. I'll treat you even better. I..."
"That's enough, Brother Ning. Don't say another word. If you keep this up, we won't even be friends anymore. Wouldn't people laugh their heads off if they found out?" Jiang Dong said with a cold expression.
What a joke. He wasn't interested in men, nor did he have a taste for men.
"Why? How am I worse than Qu Feiyan? Haven't I treated you well enough? Every time you were unhappy, wasn't I there to