The four words, "You can't beat Yueqiu," pierced Ji Xichan's pride like a dagger, leaving this favored daughter of heaven feeling utterly defeated.
It was just like last night, when she had presumptuously thought that Pei Yuhang had taken a liking to her small feet.
Like a child eager for an adult's praise, she had gone to him, giddy with joy, and offered her small feet to Pei Yuhang, expecting to receive more admiration.
But what she got instead...
...was just that one sentence: "Ji Xichan, you've misunderstood. I thought the foot I was holding was Yueqiu's... If I had known it was yours, I never would have touched it."
'Qing Yueqiu, Qing Yueqiu, Qing Yueqiu...'
'Why is it always this woman who ruins my mood at the most crucial moments?!'
Ji Xichan was disgusted. She stopped the simulation.
She was growing weary of it all.
She no longer craved carnal pleasure.
It was meaningless. A moment of ecstasy was followed only by emptiness and loneliness.
