Facing Fu Baozhu's closeness, Murong Jiu felt a deep-seated aversion and discomfort in her heart.
Her feeling of nausea grew increasingly intense.
Yet, if she were to turn around and leave now, she would fall right into Fu Baozhu's trap.
Wasn't Fu Baozhu just waiting for her to push her away?
In her previous life, she might not have seen through such tricks, but now that she had lived once more, how could she fail to see them?
However, she indeed did not know where Fu Baozhu's hostility came from.
"Princess Consort Sister, why aren't you saying anything? Could it be that you don't like Baobao? Have I done something to displease you?"
Fu Baozhu's voice was so innocent it made one feel sick.
Murong Jiu suppressed her nausea and, with a forced smile, she said, "Not at all, I'm just not very accustomed to being so close to strangers. This is our first meeting, and you keep calling me 'sister,' which really caught me off guard. I didn't expect Miss Fu to be so enthusiastic."
