"Hmph, so you're saying that you're not attracted to me enough? Are you trying to tell me that I'm not attractive enough to you, so I can't make you do something irrational?"
Mo Shixiu: "…That's not what I meant."
"That's what you meant. You said that I'm not a femme fatale! You just think that I'm not charming enough."
"Luoli." Mo Shixiu looked helpless. "Charming is not a good adjective. I don't want to use it on you. This has nothing to do with your charm. Don't you know whether you are attractive to me?"
Because of his last sentence, Jiang Luoli's heart raced.
"Oh, I'm just not sure." She looked up at the man's handsome and noble face and his gentle gaze. Her heart seemed to beat faster. "Mo Shixiu, are you really willing to give up the election for me and the baby?"
