The Queen of Gossip

"No, Lucifer, that's not it!"

Mechelle tore up the test sheet, grabbed Luo Xichen's arm, and said, "It was a mistake, Gray made a mistake, I am Su Wanqing, I am Su Wanqing himself!"

Luo Xichen looked at her coldly, tilted his head slightly, and smiled recklessly, showing his dark white teeth.

"Are you—finally willing to say a long story?"

The hand clutching his arm was stiff again, and he could feel her fear and trembling.

"Mechelle, you can really bear it, I admire you so much!"

"It's not like that, Lucifer, listen to me, I was framed too—"

Mechelle opened her mouth, speaking fluent Italian, and she clutched at him as if at the last straw.

"Being framed by someone, I wouldn't believe you, I really underestimated you Mechelle, you are more vicious and terrifying than I imagined!"

Luo Xichen's cold and sharp words were like sharp knives, poking at her fragile heart.

"No, it was the Japanese, it was Akira Hoshino who framed me, and he made me look like this!" Mechelle's voice became more and more crying.

Luo Xichen grabbed her by the collar, lifted her up, looked at her fiercely, and said coldly: "Do you think I will still trust you? You are so scheming that you have hurt Wan Qing." Again and again, how do I know that you didn't conspire with Akira Hoshino to lie to me?"

"No, no..." Mechelle felt aggrieved, shook her head desperately, and cried like a concubine, "I was really framed, Lucifer, please, believe me!"

"Only a stupid pig would believe you!"

Luo Xichen snorted coldly, narrowed her icy eyes, and threw her body onto the bed suddenly.

Mechelle fell hard, and if it wasn't for the cushioning force of the mattress, she would have broken her nose by now.

Even so, the high nasal bone was still in great pain, and tears fell down the nasal tube, turning into sparse snot.

She quickly covered it with her hands, looking very embarrassed.

Luo Xichen looked at her coldly, and asked, "Are you conspiring with Huang Xingye? Where did you get the real Wan Qing?"

"I really don't know." The voice of Mechelle covering her nose, with a strong nasal voice, sounded more and more pitiful.

"Lucifer, I only recovered my memory after receiving treatment three days ago. On that day, it was Hoshino Akira who took me to the operating room of that small hospital."

"He's a demon with no humanity at all. He first hypnotized me, made me lose consciousness, and obeyed him absolutely. Then he performed a laparotomy and craniotomy on me, destroying my memory ability..."

Luo Xichen stood in an extremely rebellious posture, with his hands crossed over his chest, his eyes were cold, and the sarcasm in the corners of his eyes was unmistakable.

"Make it up, keep making it up."

Mechelle's face was miserable, she knelt on the bed, looked up to meet his cold and arrogant gaze, her expression was indescribably humble.

"Lucifer, just trust me once, please, okay?"

In her whole life, Mechelle has been loved by thousands of people since she was born, and she is a real golden girl.