Nangong Yuan'er's heart and mind were now filled with love for Lin Zhenghui.
She didn't want to lose the man she loved.
If Lin Zhenghui lusted after her body, Yuan'er couldn't care less about maintaining that kind of relationship, to do it whenever he wanted, to push whenever he pleased.
Sometimes, she thought, keeping this kind of relationship wasn't so bad, at least it wouldn't curse Lin Zhenghui to death.
"Fool, I don't believe in that kind of thing. I only believe in myself." Lin Zhenghui had always believed that she had cursed to death her foster mother and the so-called big brother.
Her foster mother had died of a heart attack.
The so-called big brother had died driving drunk into a ravine on his wedding day. It wasn't Nangong Yuan'er the white tiger woman's fault.
"But... ah... you're bad..."
Lin Zhenghui didn't give her a chance to contradict him, picked her up again, and played the koala bear combat style with her.
