Sheng Shaochen extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe as he lightly tugged, "If it weren't for Mrs. Sheng wracking her brains to throw herself at me, I can assure you, I wouldn't smoke or drink in front of Mrs. Sheng."
The implication was that if she hadn't climbed into his bed last night, she wouldn't have to crave it now.
Ye Shu only felt a tickling in her ear, a tingling sensation like an electric current coursing through every cell of her body.
Her small hand was clenched tightly, knuckles faintly white.
She turned over and got out of bed.
"And where does Mrs. Sheng think she's going?"
"Back to my room!" Annoyed, Ye Shu threw down these words and fled the master bedroom, returning to the adjacent room.
Closing the door, Ye Shu's chest was still heaving up and down.
Furious!
Sheng Shaochen, this grand devil, calling him ancestor was flattering him; he was more demanding than the ancestors of ancestors!
