Mo Xiuzhi, after all, was an unwed maiden, her face flushing crimson with shame in front of everyone, she demurely said in a low voice, "It happened these past few days."
Thinking about the matter, Mo Xiuzhi couldn't help feeling a bit smug. If the General hadn't been drunk, she wouldn't have succeeded. In his haze, he even mistook her for Xuexue's mother.
"Aiya! You shameless girl, have you no decency?" Madam Ruan was somewhat disappointed, pinching Mo Xiuzhi's arm tightly.
"Ah...! It hurts... Mama, can you be gentler please?"
Mo Xiuzhi wriggled free from Madam Ruan's grip and, nursing her reddened arm, said with a face full of grievance.
Her delicate and tender skin, if it were to get hurt, what if the General ends up not liking her—what then!
