Listening to the man's low voice, Song Nuan gritted her teeth: "Go ahead and sleep with me then, all talk and no action is just showing off."
Lu Yan was choked again, really easily angered by her, causing his blood pressure to spike.
He moved his lips, ready to speak.
But Song Nuan spoke first: "Don't talk, it's too late now, I'm already breaking up with you, even if you sleep with me for free, I won't do it."
"Say it again?" The man's tone carried a harsh coldness, and the air pressure in the room dropped a few degrees.
Song Nuan shivered all over, her small mouth moved to speak, then somehow chickened out halfway through.
"Why, why?"
Song Nuan looked at the wall and shrank down, wanting to escape his cornered stance, still muttering: "I refuse to say."
Lu Yan lifted her up.
Song Nuan glared at him.
They were at an impasse, unknown how long passed.
Lu Yan suddenly sighed, as if helpless.
