Qin Muchuan blew another puff of smoke in her direction, provokingly saying, "Suit yourself!"
"Suit your...what?" Lin Xiangwan angrily picked up the clothes from the floor and threw them at him. "Put your clothes on and get out!"
Like hell, he tossed the clothes aside, crossed his legs and leaned on the headboard, posing in a way that suggested great satisfaction, like he really regarded this place as his own home.
"Qin Muchuan, don't forget this isn't your home. Don't linger around here like a dog sticking to the wall. Get the hell out of here!"
Lin Xiangwan felt like she had unleashed the vilest of words, she had never used such a phrase to describe this man before. When you call a man a rascal, a scoundrel, or a bastard, there is somehow a certain charm to it.
Aren't they say men are supposed to be bad for women to love them?
