Last time, Mo Liancheng said with a light smile, "Asking me is the same as asking you, is it not? If I remember correctly, I was with you all of last night. Have you forgotten so soon?"
It was a perfectly accurate statement, and indeed it was the truth, but when spoken, it gave rise to a completely different meaning to the listener.
"Yes, how could Tan'er forget? Last night nearly exhausted Tan'er." Qu Tan'er forced a smile, trying to laugh, yet no trace of mirth could break through.
To hell with it, he's playing this game with her? Then she'd match his move for move. Who was she to be afraid of?
If he brought innuendo into play, she would just add a little more fuel to the fire.
Suddenly, Mo Yihuai's expression turned even uglier, his hands clenched slightly as if he was holding back something. Their brief exchanges, though sparse in words, were particularly grating to the ears, especially for that woman, whose heart had once...
