Seeing her angry, Lu Lingche decided that he had really dug his own grave.
She was initially his wife, his woman, where touching her and sleeping with her were the most normal things to do.
But after their divorce, for just one night with her, he had to be grateful. Add another night, and she would be furious. If not for her needing him to save her brother, she would have certainly slapped him.
Last time, he had done nothing but give her artificial respiration, she slapped him as soon as she woke up, without considering the fact that her wrist was fractured.
"I'm not a saint, don't you know this? I sleep with you and I have to help out? Aren't you too naive?"
Qiao Yin's face instantly flushed red with anger: "What did you say? Did you lie to me?!"
"You're too easy to deceive, I couldn't resist."
"Lu Lingche!"
"Don't keep shouting my name that way, I might think you like me."
