"So, can I also spend some money to have this poor person let me touch... touch them?"
Just the thought of touching the other person brought back scenes from the arena in Le Mulan's mind, making her feel uncomfortable. Her paused mental method seemed to want to start up again naturally, helping her escape this torment.
If before, even with a sense of disgust, Le Mulan could still chat normally with Zhang Yu, then ever since those scenes in the arena, she felt a strong physical aversion to interacting with Zhang Yu.
"I can't, I must change my mindset, overcome this weakness."
"How can a rich person fear a poor one?"
With this thought, Le Mulan made a firm decision to stop her mental method once again.
"But I shouldn't be too aggressive right away, it needs to be more mild."
"Maybe I could go watch their training? Never mind... watching closely is still a bit disgusting, I need to be even more mild."
