That's not wrong to say. But looking at this woman with such a serious face, Ye Shutong felt inexplicably displeased.
"Didn't you say she likes him because he's good in bed?" Ye Shutong sneered, "Now that you're pregnant, can you still satisfy him?"
"That's why I said I'm good in bed." Zhixi remained unfazed, "Even if I'm pregnant, I can still satisfy him."
Ye Shutong's expression changed unpredictably, and after a long time, she coldly spat out two words: "You're really shameless. He Jingyao must like women who wholeheartedly submit to him, right? Hah... I guess I've always been wrong. Actually, he's only suited for someone like you."
"Yes." Zhixi nodded without hesitation, even turned to look at He Jingyao, "Right?"
The man stared at her for a moment, then suddenly broke into a laugh: "Right."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Ye Shutong, with an inexplicable smile: "Miss Ye, I'm a shallow man, I consider myself unworthy of you, and I'm sorry to disappoint you."
