Where there's a will to blame, there's a word to harm.
She really couldn't muster the energy to explain.
After all, Song Yanqing didn't believe her.
"So, you just want a man that badly?" Song Yanqing raised an eyebrow.
Xie Ruotong remained silent.
What to say.
Naturally, Song Yanqing wouldn't be pleased regardless.
"I thought those few days had taught you a lesson," Song Yanqing said coldly.
So he knew as well.
How badly she was hurt by him those two times.
"Xie Ruotong, I will never, ever like you!" Song Yanqing enunciated each word.
After uttering such cruel and detached words,
he pinned her down onto the bed.
Xie Ruotong sometimes wondered.
If Song Yanqing disliked her so much,
why was he so impatient with her?
In the brothel,
one always learns a thing or two.
Naturally, the courtesans were not modest; bedroom matters became the most common post-meal chit-chat.
She heard a lot.
And came to know a lot.
Knew too well Song Yanqing's reactions.
