Yi Anran gasped silently, "Because she's his woman?"
Every time Xing Liehuo was mentioned, she would completely lose herself, even now as she lay with Xing Ziyang; regardless of his disregard and indifference towards her, she could not hate him. Instead, she despised the woman who had stolen her place in his heart. Her jealousy was driving her almost mad.
Without answering her directly, Xing Ziyang's voice became somewhat excited, "… Uh … just thinking about it gets me thrilled, what a soul-consuming pleasure that must be … Lian Qiao …"
Even if there wasn't love in her heart, no woman wished for a man to call out another woman's name while being intimate with her. Listening to this made Yi Anran grit her teeth, "… You men are all scum, what's so good about that woman?"
"At least she must be more provocative than you in bed, more flavorful, look at you, each time I have you, you're like a dead fish, not the least bit exciting."
