"You—!!"
The woman stuttered, her voice losing strength, "You're the only man here, and you haven't been around these past few days. How could I have known you'd suddenly come back?? Hmph, took advantage of me and won't even admit it!! Let go of my foot now!!"
"You think I'm keen on holding onto your fat leg??" Liu Wentian sneered dismissively and released the woman's foot. He wasn't at all fond of her haughty demeanor.
"What did you say, you think my legs are fat??"
The woman was gritting her teeth in anger; her legs were her pride, obviously sexy, fit, and long. This bastard actually called them "fat legs"!!
Liu Wentian's words were indeed against his conscience; the woman's legs were not fat in the slightest. She could have been a leg model, but he was in a foul mood and had no pleasant words to say.
Upon hearing the woman's question, he simply chuckled coldly.
"You..."
