Shen Yinning suddenly yanked her hand back, like a cat that had its tail stepped on.
She turned her face away, her profile cold and stubborn.
In the dim light of spring curtains, after a long silence, she suddenly glared furiously at Lu Ying, her voice compressed into sharp anger: "Lu Ying, do you think you know me well?! Do you feel proud of analyzing my thoughts without permission? Let me tell you this—I am in love with Cui Ji! I love him enough to willingly bear his children! He is better than you, better in every way!"
Her glossy black eyes brimmed with malice.
It was as if a dragon, having shown off its treasure for ages, suddenly found itself publicly exposed: what it hoarded was nothing more than worthless rubble. Enraged and humiliated, the dragon roared, desperate to bite off the throat of the one who uncovered it.
Lu Ying stared at her.
