"I... I..." Lou Fei'Er looked flustered, gazing at the middle‑aged man with a pleading expression. "Can we not do this? He's already very suspicious of me. If we keep this up, he'll definitely... I don't want him to hate me..."
Lou Fei'Er's voice grew smaller and smaller, but the man still heard every word loud and clear.
The middle‑aged man was slightly stunned, then felt it somewhat funny. "What do you mean? You actually like that Xu Xin? Do you realize your final mission is to kill him?"
"So what!" Lou Fei'Er immediately became righteous and confident. "I love him, and I want to kill him—does that conflict? As long as he treats me well all the way until he dies, I'll be perfectly satisfied."
"This..." The middle‑aged man was left speechless.
Why did that sound so twisted?
You want to kill someone, yet you still want them to treat you well until the moment they die?
Is he just too old now and can't keep up with the times?
