Yan Qingsi replied casually with disdain on her face, "Oh, thanks."
"Is that all?"
'Click' Yan Qingsi turned on the lights over the headboard of her bed.
The warm light was a contrast to Yan Qingsi's blazing eyes. "What exactly do you want? Have sex?" she asked scornfully.
Yan Qingsi's tongue was covered with wounds from the incident earlier. She had only felt the headache when she woke up just now.
As her head got clearer, she could feel the dull pain coming from her tongue. It hurt so much, especially when she talked and the side of her teeth brushed against her tongue.
Yue Tingfeng was fuming inside, he was struggling to talk. "You… Yan Qingsi, aren't you grateful at all?"
He was a man with raging hormones. Of course he wanted to sleep with Yan Qingsi! But, how could Yan Qingsi have said it so casually when he could not even bring himself to say it out loud. He felt humiliated.
