Li Nanheng sneered. He brought the cigarette out of the his lips and casually stubbed it out in the ashtray: "You weren't a woman at the time."
Feng Ling: "…There's no difference between then and now. You can continue treating me like a man."
"There's a difference." The man's voice was low, heavy and husky. This could be because he was still affected by what happened earlier, because he didn't sleep well, or perhaps because he had just smoked.
Feng Ling was too lazy to argue with him. She also could not be bothered to ask about the difference. However, the man told her anyway with his husky voice: "Right now, you're a woman. The woman that I like."
The unexpected confession was akin to a fatal blow. However, Feng Ling was expressionless as she answered: "Saying something like that as a married man; don't you feel any shame?"
