Zhou Shuang's face turned scarlet, and she stomped on Lu Yinan's foot mercilessly. "Scram! Disgusting lecher!"
She even shoved him away to vent her anger.
Lu Yinan stumbled a step backward as he furrowed his eyebrows. "We're a couple, and this will naturally occur. Why am I a lecher? Which couple doesn't make love?"
He wants a woman… he wants a woman… a woman…
It had almost been five years. And he was a young, hot-blooded man with needs. To think he only succeeded only once.
This dry spell had tormented him badly.
Every time Yan Rusheng taunted and ridiculed him, he would always fight back through words. But he would always calm himself down by chanting; I shall suffer in silence.
Ming Ansheng and Su Yue were getting closer and Zhou Shuang hissed at Lu Yinan. "Lu Yinan, shut up."
For fear that he didn't get the message, she raised her fists to threaten him.
