Ye Jiu was terrified, she had made a mistake.
In Sikong Mo's embrace, she did not feel at ease, for she had just escaped from the wolf's den, only to enter the tiger's lair in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't that she thought Sikong Mo was joking, but beyond joking, she couldn't understand what about her would catch his interest.
Fearing that she had truly angered Sikong Mo, Ye Jiu hurriedly shook her head, "Young Master Sikong, I am still young…"
This was probably her only advantage in refuting him—thankful for her youth.
The violent aura surrounding Sikong Mo instantly smoothed out, indeed, she was still young, still a child, not yet of an age to understand such matters.
So he said, "I will wait for you, Jiujiu."
Ye Jiu wanted to cry but had no tears; she didn't need this!
Why was this man so tenacious? Ye Jiu, with a bit of spite, began to dislike Sikong Mo.
Ye Jiu truly believed that men were the most unreliable things in this world.
