Lu Xiaoyou laughed lightly and pressed the stiletto heel on Long Xiliang's chest with a bit more force:
"Only a fool wouldn't see through this."
She stretched out her one movable hand and poked the man's cheek with her finger.
"Little Liangliang is looking very beatable right now! If you keep this up, you'll break my heart. You must know, anyone who dares to hurt me, I'll pay them back double—even you are no exception!"
The aloof man sneered, "You want me to be like Long Yinxiao, your slave?"
He grabbed Lu Xiaoyou's hand and added some pressure:
"Men of the Long Family are loveless and heartless. I won't become broken again, Lu Xiaoyou, you'd better give up on this idea!"
Lu Xiaoyou's head was pressed against the back of the sofa, her silk-like soft hair with a few strands clinging to her cheek.
Her clear and bright eyes stared straight at Long Xiliang, cold light flashing through them.
"Hmm? Say that again." The woman provoked him.
