Leng Youchen's large hand resting on his knee clenched into a fist, and his handsome face darkened like a sky covered in storm clouds, "Have you said enough? If so, get the hell out of here!"
"Angry out of embarrassment?" Leng Yanbo saw his face turn an iron blue and immediately became complacent with glee. He wanted him to lose control, he wanted him to lose all face so he could no longer strut around with dignity in front of him.
"After all, we've slept with the same woman. I don't mind sharing a bit about what positions make her more excited and passionate."
Leng Youchen's brows sank, his breathing became more deliberate, but instead of anger, he laughed, a laugh that confused and infuriated Leng Yanbo, "What are you laughing at?"
"Naturally, I'm laughing at you."
"You!"
