Ruo Ling hesitated for a moment, her little face that was flushed red slowly turned a bit pale.
"Get off me," the man chuckled lightly. "I'm not interested in playing with you. There are plenty of women who want to sleep with me. What makes you think you're special?"
Ruo Ling trembled her fan-like long eyelashes and looked up at him.
She didn't speak, and Jianchen's handsome face turned a bit cold, and a bit irritated. He pursed his thin lips and said, "Why aren't you speaking?"
Ruo Ling remained silent.
"What did you come to me for, really? Just to sleep with me?"
Still, Ruo Ling didn't speak.
Jianchen was so angry he gritted his teeth. He reached out his large hand, pinched her pretty cheeks, and mocked her word by word, "Ruo Ling, you really are... cheap."
Wasn't she cheap?
