"Gone mad?" Li Meirong echoed Mo Jing's words in utter disbelief.
Mo Jing appeared too ashamed to meet her gaze.
"A lot of what he has to say recently relates…" he trailed off and paused for a moment before he continued as if about to confess a great sin, "Well, he speaks a great deal about you."
Li Meirong surged up from her seat in a bout of anger, dropping Snowball unceremoniously to the floor.
"What does he still want with me?" she demanded. "Just because I didn't agree to be part of his ever-growing harem, I must now be ridiculed?!"
Mo Jing met her gaze in shock and shook his head, crossing his hands quickly in front of him repeatedly.
"No, no, no, it is nothing of the sort!" he hurried to reassure her. "It is definitely not what you think."
