Beiming Yue blocked Shi Qian's path. A devilish smile flashed on his lips. "Little Qianqian, I won't let you go. Do you think you can leave?"
"What exactly do you want?"
Beiming Yue said with a cynical look. "I just want to know how Shang Sizhan forced himself on you."
Shi Qian was bereft of speech.
"Have you ever thought of resisting? I can help you escape from his clutches."
"There's no need. I like being in Master Zhan's clutches," Shi Qian said calmly. Moreover, he has never forced me. I initiated the coveting of his attention."
Beiming Yue stood rooted in the ground.
'This woman had learned from Shang Sizhan so quickly!'
To provoke him by showing him affection!
Shi Qian paused. She said sincerely, "Sect Master! If you desire to force yourself on that girl to keep her by your side, I advise you to forget about it. After all, a forced melon is not sweet."
