"A wealthy woman is indeed different, so magnanimous!" Chen Yiling gave a thumbs up.
After fooling around for a while and having their fun, Chen Yiling finally remembered that Lord Qin was still behind her. She sneaked a peek at him; his expression was as usual. So, he wasn't angry then?
Chen Yiling finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling an inexplicable joy as if she had escaped a disaster.
Pah, how shameful is it to be so afraid of men?
Hmph, besides, Lord Qin only has those two tricks: either he doesn't let her go out, or he takes her to the bed to teach her a lesson. She's not afraid!
Qin Longyun asked indifferently, "Where's the tea?"
"Just wait a moment," Chen Yiling turned timid again.
She admitted she was scared of both tricks, scared to death, in fact.
The others silently went about their business, pretending to know nothing.
But in fact, each and every one of them was shrewdly observant. Who says that a domineering oppression isn't a form of love?
