"What's wrong? Nothing." Qiao Xiaomai opened her clear, peach-blossom-like eyes, an innocent look on her face.
Was there something wrong with her telling the truth?
It was Tong Sanlang's own psychological endurance that was the problem—how was that her business?
Was she expected to keep everything bottled up inside and get sick from it herself?
Impossible!
However, since Bei Lingsu had asked, she might as well answer honestly.
After she recounted last night's events, Bei Lingsu couldn't help but click her tongue, "That move of yours was quite ruthless."
If she were Tong Sanlang, she'd be sick with frustration by now.
"Where was I ruthless? Am I wrong for broadening my horizons?" Qiao Xiaomai asked. "By not focusing all my attention on him, I'm reducing his pressure. I've liberated myself, so he doesn't have to force himself to keep me at the top of his heart anymore."
