"Sister Meng, I absolutely can't." Jiang Xinghai decisively refused.
"I understand. It's because you think I'm old and past my prime, isn't it?"
Meng Lihua gave an awkward smile, then began to straighten her clothes. She looked down and said in a low voice, "Actually, my skin used to be very good. It's just that these past few years since my divorce, raising a child on my own and working two jobs... I haven't had time to take care of myself."
"Sister Meng, that's not what I meant at all," Jiang Xinghai said with an embarrassed smile.
Meng Lihua raised her head slightly, sneaking a glance at Jiang Xinghai's face. "Then you must think I'm ugly, right? Or that my figure is frumpy? In any case, there's nothing special about me that would attract you."
