"Must you look?" Ruan Jiaojiao hurriedly hid the item behind her back. The bright red flower she had crafted previously was enough to bring shame upon her for several lifetimes. She feigned a whimper, "My good brother, Pei Huaiyu, Brother Huaiyu, is there truly not a shred of trust between us?"
Pei Huaiyu narrowed his eyes, arms crossed. Whether he was fully drunk or still sober enough to think, or perhaps just deeply fixated on Ruan Jiaojiao’s actions, he replied, "Ruan Jiaojiao, how much of what you say is truth, and how much is lies? Is there any trust left between us at all?"
"This is the last time, truly the last."
Chapter 57