Mu Xiangwan thought this man was so shameless, he could be used as a city wall. She took a deep breath, put down the magazine in her hand, slowly turned her head to look at the handsome gentleman, and bluntly said, "Maybe you're quite good-looking and seem cultured, perhaps even a successful person, but — all this makes no difference to me. I'm not interested in you, so let's refrain from any flirtations."
The man just smiled, like he was indulging a clueless child, not angry at all: "Miss, you've misunderstood. I'm just bored on this journey and wanted someone to talk to. No ill intentions whatsoever."
"Regardless of your intentions, it has nothing to do with me! I hate peacocks like you who are always preening!" Mu Xiangwan, never losing her sharp tongue, finished speaking, put on her headphones casually and leaned back to listen to music, turning her body away as if she didn't want to acknowledge his presence anymore.
