"You..." With a clanging sound, the treasured sword was unsheathed, Xue Jing pointed at Nian Bing, "In your eyes, am I even less than a prostitute?"
Nian Bing shook his head, saying, "No, Jingjing, you need to understand, apart from being friends, there's nothing more between us. I don't feel I have done anything wrong. This is the second time you've pointed your 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 righteous gentleman, nor forced you to be with me. If you're dissatisfied, you can leave at any time. I believe Uncle Xue is looking forward to your return."
"I'll kill you." Xue Jing, in her rage, had already lost her sense of reason. Nian Bing was originally planning to exploit her fiery temper, but for some reason, he felt a bit reluctant now.