After hearing the story between Yang Yifeng and Ms. Skeleton, Lin Wushuang still felt a twinge of jealousy, but the stabbing sense of betrayal that haunted her before had almost vanished.
Especially when she heard that Yang Yifeng had been knocked out by Ms. Skeleton's mesmerizing fragrance and then taken advantage of, she couldn't help but laugh until she keeled over.
"Hahaha! I never expected that our Yang Yifeng, the grandmaster, would have such a day! Knocked out by a woman's fragrance? And then taken advantage of? Haha..."
Yang Yifeng had black lines all over his forehead, feeling that his once-well-established glorious image might have crumbled in an instant!
"Your man was taken advantage of by another woman, and you're not angry?"
"Pah, who said you're my man? We haven't even... haven't even done that..."
Yang Yifeng's eyebrows twitched, and a mischievous smile spread across his face: "Haven't... done what, eh?"