"Being a tyrant..." Just as Wen Xiangyang was on the verge of suffocation, Mu Lingqian finally released her lips, but that's all he did. His fingers traced her lips, the cold words reached her ears, then, with a ripping sound, Wen Xiangyang's clothes were ruined once again.
"Young Master Mu, I was only joking. Let bygones be bygones, I've been on the plane for a whole day. I just got back, let's continue some other time..."
"Women are creatures that say one thing and mean another. They say no with their mouths, but their bodies are brutally honest..."
Wen Xiangyang: "..." Could she strangle herself?
Mu Lingqian had actually remembered all the dialogues from her novel.
"Every time we make love, my tyrant always tears my clothes wildly, binds my hands and feet, but he only unzips his pants, standing there, suave and sophisticated, like a beast in gentleman's clothing."