Yan Jiu's words struck a nerve in Lan Cai'er.
Even he knows?
"When you look at Dao Ge, anyone can tell. Little Lanlan, you actually like that kind of man?" Seeing Lan Cai'er's pale expression, Yan Jiu did not feel the anticipated joy of verbal victory. Rather, there was a sour bitterness in the depths of his heart.
"Who said I like him!" Lan Cai'er shouted fiercely.
Before she could finish, Yan Jiu had already closed in on her.
"Little Lanlan, saying one thing while feeling another is not a good habit. I don't like my woman thinking about other men."
The temperature inside the tent suddenly seemed to rise.
"Why have you stopped?"
Realizing that the person beneath him had stopped struggling, Yan Jiu halted his actions.
"If resistance is futile, why bother?"
Lan Cai'er gritted her teeth; what good would shouting do except to bring ridicule from others?
