48 Heartbroken Servant

As Meng Fuyao was about to reach for her acupuncture point, she heard her ask, "You're Brother Meng, working under Sir Zong?"

"Eh?" Meng Fuyao uttered, looking herself up and down in shock. 'Is my disguise that bad?'

"I'm accustomed to identifying voices," explained Qiao Ling. "I can tell that you're deliberately lowering your voice," she added, sighing. "Brother Meng, I know you like me… but it's not possible between us."

In an instant Meng Fuyao felt her body, as well as the finger she had reached out, turn to stone.

'What is going on?'

"You're always visiting the kitchen and striking up conversations, and you often smile at me… I know these much…" Qiao Ling added regretfully, not looking at her. "I… do like you. If not for the general, I would've considered… but… please give up, Brother Meng."

'Mamamia!'

'I drop by the kitchen to steal food when you're not looking.'

'I smile at everyone, not just you…'