"The more virtuous you are, the more I'm attracted to you. A perfect piece of art like you, everyone wants to possess. And the men of my family, the Rans, have a penchant for collecting precious items...."
Ran Tengxiao held Ming Jing's wrists with one hand and lifted them above her head, while the other gently caressed her beautiful, fair face. He murmured, "This mask of yours is just too perfect. I really want to see you crying, laughing, and worrying for me with my own eyes. It must be more vivid, more lively...."
"Ran Tengxiao, you're a pervert."
"You like to criticize. Go ahead, as long as it makes you happy."
Ming Jing suddenly bent her knee, but Ran Tengxiao seemed to anticipate her move and pressed down on her knee with his right leg. "Behave, don't be so mischievous."
Ming Jing took a deep breath, "Ran Tengxiao, do you want to be enemies with the Shens?"
"How can this joyous occasion be called as hostility? No man in Manjiangzhou is worthy of you."
