She was acting now, of course.
She acted the part of a nervous, inexperienced actress. It was entirely convincing.
Yan Lixiong was beginning to feel anxious. Beads of cold sweat stood on his brow as he wondered why the woman before him was being such a strait-laced prude. This was an incredible opportunity for her— was she foolish enough to let it slip through her fingers?
He had to convince her to take his offer. How was he supposed to have his way with her otherwise?
Just then, Yi Ling's voice sounded from outside. "Huanhuan, what are you doing in there? We have to go."
Yan Huan let out a sigh of relief. She had run out of ideas on how to deal with the disgusting pig before her, and thanked her lucky stars for Yi Ling's timely intervention.
