"Please, I have absolutely no interest in that pompous self-proclaimed womanizer emperor. Please don't misunderstand," Mengxi emphasized firmly as she pulled Yumo onto the balcony.
Facing Yumo's beautiful yet perplexed azure eyes, Mengxi, who knew her inner thoughts all too well, sensed the tightening grip of her hand and the furrowed brows. She had a good sense of what was going through Yumo's mind.
And so, the chosen daughter couldn't help but wear an expression of disbelief.
"Yu…, wait... You couldn't possibly think... that I brought you out here because I was jealous of Xue Tianao," she thought to herself.
'Damn it, as if I could ever be jealous of that bastard!'
'Yumo, your imagination really knows no bounds!'
'In some respects, you can be quite clever at fabricating your own scenarios...'
