Xia Weibao glared defiantly, "What do you mean I don't want to give myself to you? Didn't I give myself to you last night? Look for yourself."
Her chopsticks pointed towards the bedsheet behind her, where a glaring crimson patch bloomed quietly like a blood-red rose.
Lu Hualiang's pupils contracted, and suddenly his heart trembled.
Thinking of last night's soul-melting pleasure, he grew even more restless, his whole body burning like fire.
All his sensations rushed towards a certain part of his body, making it even harder for him to control himself.
And thinking of how he was knocked unconscious halfway through only fanned the flames of his fury!
He reached out and forcefully pinched her face, pulling it outward with a punishing intent.
"You still have the nerve to talk? Who was it that knocked me out!"
Xia Weibao's face was contorted with pain as he tugged at her, "Let go, it hurts..."
Lu Hualiang released her, then gently rubbed the spot.
