Avoiding Shen Tiancheng's attempt to hold Her hand, Mu Tiantian fixed him with a cool, sharp stare.
"Shen Tiancheng, I really don't get it."
"You don't get what I'm actually thinking, or what exactly I want to do?"
With a low chuckle, Shen Tiancheng's smile was wicked and suggestive.
"Obviously, I'm thinking about fucking you!"
Mu Tiantian was so angry her face flushed scarlet, her dark grape-like eyes glared at Shen Tiancheng, flames of fury blazing inside, wishing she could burn him to ashes on the spot!
He had those filthy, shameless words hanging off his lips all day long; Mu Tiantian was seriously about to lose it.
Sharing a room with this kind of Shen Tiancheng, Mu Tiantian felt that sooner or later, his shameless filthiness would drive Her mad.
Refusing to look at him, Mu Tiantian dodged past and turned to walk toward the iron railing.
