"Luo Fan, when you faced Xiaodie, although you refused her, you still made an agreement with her: once she had saved you ten times, you would marry her."
"But when it came to me, you would rather waste a chance to have your life saved just to refuse?"
"What? Am I really that much worse than Xiaodie in your eyes?" The Qipao Weird looked deeply displeased as she stared at Luo Fan and demanded an answer.
Scarcity was not the problem; inequality was.
People were not actually afraid of receiving little. They were afraid of receiving less than others under the same circumstances.
By the same token, the Qipao Weird was not afraid of being rejected by Luo Fan.
But he rejected her so firmly that he would even waste a chance to have his life saved, while his rejection of Xiaodie practically invited her to keep trying.
How could she tolerate that?
When all was said and done, didn't he simply think she was inferior to Xiaodie?
"My lady, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant at all..." Seeing that the Qipao Weird had lost her composure and was on the verge of flying into a rage, Luo Fan immediately shook his head.
"Then what did you mean?" The Qipao Weird pressed him, determined to get to the bottom of it.
"Uh, simply put, I refused you both, but my mistress offered incentives, while you used threats. You should understand the difference, right?" After a moment's hesitation, Luo Fan spoke to the Qipao Weird.
The Qipao Weird: "..."
Well, the Qipao Weird understood what Luo Fan meant now.
"Luo Fan, I suspect you're playing me, trying to get me to give you something first..."
After a moment of silence, the Qipao Weird spoke as though she had seen right