An Ruo could detect the disdain in his tone—a man like him viewed women merely as playthings.
No one could tether his heart, and those who fell for him would be doomed, utterly defeated.
An Ruozhen felt sorry for Lisa.
"Woman, how much of last night's events do you remember?" Tang Yuchen stared at her intensely, interrogating her with ill intent.
An Ruo closed her eyes, unwilling to recall.
"If you can't remember, I can tell you."
Don't tell!
"Last night you were very passionate and quite assertive. Your legs willingly wrapped around my waist... begging me to take you again and again... An Ruo, last night you were so passionate that any man would have..."
"Stop talking!" An Ruo tried to push him away, but instead, he pulled her tightly into his embrace and imprisoned her.
His eyes, deep and sinister, gleamed with a devilish light, "Not letting me speak doesn't mean it didn't happen. Admit it, An Ruo, you were also very satisfied last night, weren't you?"
