“And why doesn’t Wangye listen to me?”
She protested, not realizing the state she was in. The corner of Ouyang Feilong’s mouth lifted at the image in front of him. He might have called her ugly many time, but in truth, he could not deny that she was worthy of being named the number one beauty of Da Yang, who had charmed even a prince of a neighboring nation.
The red dress she wore clinging to her body, revealing the curves of her body. The lightness of its fabric made it possible to see her white skin around her collarbone under the garment. Her plump lips were vivid red from the rouge she had used since last night. Its color brightly contrasted with her black hair that now became loose stuck to the side of her face and her body.
Ouyang Feilong reached out to tuck a strand of wet hair behind her ear. Bai Yu was still staring at him, unblinking. “What do you want benwang to listen to?”
“I don’t have any feelings for Ouyang Mingxian, Xu Luanle, or even Chu Zhaoran!”