"You..." Ouyang Hao was exasperated. This girl really had a knack for driving him crazy. He suddenly let go of her, got off the bed, and said in a deep voice, "Lin Yixun, don't overestimate yourself. With your flat figure, even if you were given to me, I wouldn't take you."
Lin Yixun's eyelashes fluttered. She tentatively asked, "So you're saying, last night you...didn't..."
"Of course not. Who do you think you are, Xi Shi or Diao Chan?" Ouyang Hao, in a foul mood, spoke with unusually sharp words, "With your looks, you think you're presentable? I'm not so desperate."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yixun's heart lightened. It turned out she had misunderstood Ouyang Hao all along, but she still grumbled discontentedly, "Since nothing happened, why were we...sleeping in the same bed just now?"
