He slumped to the ground, almost vomiting blood out of sheer frustration. What in the world is happening? Why was she awake at this crucial mont? He glared at her. She glared back even more fiercely. The two stared each other down.
He suddenly burst into laughter.
This laugh thoroughly annoyed Yan Xixi. "Go... go back... Get going..."
She cursed loudly but dared not push him away. This annoying guy would take any advantage; the slightest carelessness and she’d fall into his trap. All n are like that, aren’t they? They visit and pester you daily, always expecting sothing in return.
Wan Donglin sat up with a bitter smile, feeling rather defeated. This con woman was truly sothing else. Even at such a critical juncture, she could be as strong as an ox. Truly, she was a demon in his life.
"Just go already..."
As he gestured to reach out, she imdiately fell silent.
He finally stood up and dusted off his backside, painfully suppressing the lustful flas coiling within him. She avoided him as if he were a snake or a scorpion, quickly retreating to the doorway and maintaining a heightened state of alert.
Suddenly, a dangerous glint—no, rather, a glint of desire—appeared in his eyes.
Sensing the shift, her voice softened. "Please, Foot-Picking Master, go back. It’s already so late..."
This term "Foot-Picking Master" made him feel quite important. An idol—the ’Foot-Picking Master’ was her idol! Being labeled her ’Foot-Picking Master’—that ant she had so feelings for him. Idols must maintain their dignity. An idol cannot force themselves on their fans; otherwise, their halo would disappear.
Forget it. Straightening his back, he put on a dignified air and coughed drily a few tis. "You should get so rest too. Rember to lock your door and windows."
"I know."
"Be careful and stay safe."
It’ll always be safe here as long as *you* don’t visit.
Wan Donglin walked out. Just as he was about to turn back, BANG! She slamd the door shut. Leaning against it, she heaved a sigh of relief. That was close! I almost fell for that man’s tricks. So shaless! Freeloading als and almost freeloading his way into my bed.
After the first ti in bed, a man has already started searching for the next woman he can conquer, while the woman beneath him is only just beginning to decide how to face the man on top of her.
Wan Donglin, you wish! Do you think you can get away with this so easily? Unless one is so poor they have nothing to eat, why would they so easily give themselves to a man? Moreover, I’m still not sure if you love . Even if I were, I’d still need to consider if I love *you*!!! We haven’t even dated yet. Don’t even think about getting your way so easily!
She swore that the next ti she gave herself to a man, it would have to be 100% out of love and for marriage. Even if love were a luxury, a woman’s life wouldn’t be worth living if she never had the chance to indulge in it at least once.
When Wan Donglin tried the door again, he found it latched from the inside.
A bitter smile was all he could manage. What else could he do but smile bitterly? This woman had a heart of stone. Even if his own heart ached as if scratched by a cat, she remained unmoved.
He inwardly cursed his rotten luck, yet he was also secretly astounded. If any other woman had dared to treat him this way, he would have dumped her long ago. But the problem was, this ti, he actually felt a perverse sense of pride: a woman who kept her pants zipped was better than one who didn’t. So many won are weak-willed, losing their chastity after just a few words. Look at Cui Yingying; she was under Zhang Sheng in no ti. Du Liniang was even worse; she slept with Liao ngi after just one dream. As for Zhuo Wenjun, don’t even get started; she eloped with Sima Xiangru after hearing just one song...
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