A fashion queen

She knew that with her unknown background, she was no match for an internationally renowned director. She was just a ghost in another world, so how could she possibly hope for his love?

"She'll only lead you astray." His words echoed in her ears, like sharp thorns piercing her heart. But she firmly retorted, "Xiaohong won't lead me astray. She's very kind to me. She's willing to listen to my worries, cry with me, and laugh with me." As she spoke, she couldn't help but burp.

The smell of alcohol on her body made Mo Yunting frown again. He became more and more convinced that he must sternly warn Xiaohong tomorrow and never let her indulge herself like this again.

"If you have something on your mind, tell me." As soon as he said this, Mo Yunting secretly cursed himself for being stupid. He was bringing up something that was not relevant, knowing full well that her bad mood was caused by him.

"Can I really tell you..." She stared at him, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes unblinking, as if trying to see through his eyes to his innermost thoughts. Under the influence of alcohol, the long-suppressed emotions in her heart surged like a tidal wave. She really wanted to indulge herself in drunkenness and pour out all the secrets and feelings in her heart. She had endured it for too long, so long that she felt her heart was about to shatter into pieces.

Without warning, Mo Yunting locked eyes with her, his eyes filled with deep affection, revealed to her without reservation. Unfortunately, the intoxicated Yue'er was completely oblivious to this profound affection. The moment she blinked, he quickly suppressed all emotion, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

He turned his head away, not daring to look directly into her eyes that were gradually filled with tears, because he was afraid that seeing her cry, those crystal clear tears would pierce the most vulnerable part of his heart like a sharp sword.

"Do you know that your attitude these days has made me so sad and upset..." When she said this, her voice became hoarse and choked, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be controlled. They rushed out like a flood, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the cold ground.

Faced with her sincere question, he was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. But in fact, his whole heart had already completely melted the moment she burst into tears.

"I know that I am of low status and unworthy of such a remarkable person as you, so you forbid me from expressing the burning emotions deep within my heart. However, my love for you has already penetrated deep into my bones, even to the point of breaking my heart."

"That's enough! Stop talking." He interrupted, his voice filled with helplessness and pain, then reached out his hand to help her into the room, "Go in first and have a good sleep."

But she suddenly shook his hand away, her emotions becoming more and more agitated: "No! I have to say it! If I miss this opportunity today, I'm afraid I will never have the chance to express myself again in the future. Why do you always avoid me? Your behavior is more heartbreaking than a direct rejection..."

Looking at her drunken face covered with tears, his heart ached, but he could only suppress the overflowing love and reluctance in his heart, and softly comforted her: "Yue'er, you are drunk, so your words are confused and you can't tell what you are saying. Be good and listen to me, come with me to the room to rest." After that, he reached out again to support her.

Unexpectedly, she swung her hand hard, pushing him away, her eyes filled with sadness and resentment. "I don't want it... Why are you torturing me like this, causing me so much pain? What am I doing wrong that you won't accept my feelings?"

Mo Yunting silently endured her questioning, staring at her with eyes filled with pain, and slowly explained, "Yue'er, there are many reasons, you don't know. It's not that I don't like you, but I can't help myself and can't fall in love with you."