Xia Zhisu was about to die laughing, "Yes! And then what! Ling Tian'ao, do you actually like that kind of drama? Me crying, shouting, kneeling, begging you to take responsibility? If you really like that, sorry, I certainly don't! What era is it now? A one-night stand, for god's sake! Such a trivial thing! Why are you so old-fashioned and uptight! Making a fuss over something as insignificant as a sesame seed! We are all adults here!"
Ling Tian'ao stared at her, the color deepening in his eyes with each word she said.
It was a clear sign of anger.
And the fury was intense.
"Right, we are all adults! It seems you find one-night stands very fresh! You've just begun adult—'games', and there are still many scenes you haven't played out yet!!" Ling Tian'ao spat out each word with evil intent from the corners of Xia Zhisu's lips.
Xia Zhisu's face turned pale, her heart pounding, yet she still retorted stubbornly, "Whatever 'games' I want to play, I don't need you to teach me!"
