Maintain a certain distance

The weather in February was still a bit chilly, and both Prince Jing and Ye Jiu subconsciously drew their clothes tighter around them, even their trembling expressions and the gestures of pulling their clothes closer strikingly similar.

Sikong Mo's expression darkened a few shades.

Prince Jing, feeling helpless, touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Well, you guys chat, I'll go find something to eat."

After Prince Jing left, Ye Jiu shifted her body to maintain a certain distance from Sikong Mo.

Sikong Mo's eyes darkened, and he leaned in a bit closer, "Do you really... dislike me that much?"

"No... not at all, how can you say that, Sikong Gongzi?" Ye Jiu replied with a stiff smile.

To say she disliked him wasn't quite it, it was just that the aura of a duplicitous person radiated from him in all directions, truly making it oppressive for those nearby.

Sikong Mo didn't dwell on that question, but suddenly asked, "Do you like Prince Jing?"