"You..." With a whoosh, the treasured sword was unsheathed. Xue Jing pointed it at Nian Bing, "In your eyes, am I even worse than a prostitute?"
Nian Bing shook his head, saying, "No, Jingjing, you have to understand, apart from friendship, there's nothing else between us. I don't think I've done anything wrong. This is the second time you've pointed a sword at me. I also want to ask you a question, what right do you have to interfere with my freedom? I've never claimed to be a virtuous gentleman, nor have I ever forced you to be with me. If you're not satisfied, you can leave at any time. I think, Uncle Xue must be looking forward to your return."
"I'll kill you." Xue Jing, in her rage, had lost her senses. Nian Bing originally planned to take advantage of her fiery temper, but for some reason, he couldn't bear the thought of it now.