Helan Lian couldn't hold back anymore. He calmed himself for a moment and thought about that image.
Screw calmness!
"When did you find out?"
Mingshu turned around to face him, surprised. "Find out what?"
"Stop pretending!" he said, impatience in his tone, not in the mood to beat around the bush.
He had maintained the persona of an unattainable beauty for so long, where had he slipped up?
She finally laughed, her expression mocking. "Oh, not pretending anymore? Did you enjoy hitting me that time?"
Hearing the undertone of settling scores in her words, Helan Lian's face stiffened, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. Pressing his lips together, he said, "You hit me back with a stick too! We're even!"
To hell with being even!
Mingshu coldly laughed, "You deceived me for so long, and we're just even like that?"
"What do you want then!" His leverage was in her hands, and Helan Lian really couldn't tough it out.
