Feng finally untied the cloth around Lu Nian's mouth. Lu Nian coughed, his voice sharp with anger.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
Feng's gaze lingered on his face. His fingers slowly brushed over Lu Nian's pink lips, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.
"Why are you being so stubborn?"
"You tied me up and ruined my date," Lu Nian shot back, his tone trembling with fury.
Feng's smile faded. His voice grew low, almost pained.
"And what about you? You ruined my mind."
Lu Nian's brows furrowed. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't do anything. That night, I was drunk, and you took advantage of me. Now you keep harassing me, tying me up in your bedroom. Tell me, who's the victim here?"
"I am," Feng said without hesitation. "It's all your fault. You drew me in with that innocent face, you tempted me with these lips. Tell me now, who's really the victim?"
Frustration burned in Lu Nian's chest. "I didn't do any of this! You're blaming me for your own obsession."
