However, Ye Feng's gaze remained without a ripple, not even deigning to glance at Zhao Xinling as he said indifferently, "For someone like you, I don't need to display a man's grace, because you don't deserve it! In my eyes, you're not a woman…"
Zhao Xinling's body suddenly trembled, furious to the point of nearly coughing up blood. Ye Feng had actually said she was not a woman.
Ye Feng also had a man's grace, but in his eyes, for a malicious woman like Zhao Xinling, he didn't feel any need to display such graciousness; he certainly didn't need to coddle Zhao Xinling.
If it were Han Yi, or Lin Shiyu, who didn't want Ye Feng to sleep and asked him to sleep on the sofa, then Ye Feng would go without hesitation.
But this person was Zhao Xinling. Why should Ye Feng waste his manly grace on such a malicious person?
Afterwards, Ye Feng went to bed, though Zhao Xinling felt her self-esteem had been hugely damaged.
