At this moment, Lin Yueru was still not quite back to her senses. As the Holy Maiden of Miaojiang, she held a revered status there; when had anyone dared to mock her like this?
The events of this afternoon—Lin Yueru had not yet settled scores with him, and now this scoundrel was entertaining these thoughts.
"Wasn't it you who told me to stay in your room today? In the afternoon, you said you wanted to marry me; don't tell me you want to go back on your word?"
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow with a wicked smile on his face.
"What do you want to do then?"
Lin Yueru suppressed the anger in her heart, her voice growing somewhat colder.
"This bed is nice, quite big. I think the two of us can fit; the spring night is short, so we should rest well in preparation for the upcoming selection competition, don't you think?"
Without any hesitation, Ye Chen laid down on Lin Yueru's bed, inhaling the faint scent from the silk quilt and chuckled with a hehe.
