"Lingyin, don't. I'm not that kind of man."
Jiang Xinghai reached out to push Shen Lingyin away as she pressed in close, but her defiant, chest-forward posture made him hesitate.
'A Spirit Body delivered right to my doorstep. Should I really refuse?'
"Rip off that sheep's clothing and show me the wolf underneath. Come on." Shen Lingyin was as bold as a kitten staring down a tiger, testing Jiang Xinghai's limits.
Jiang Xinghai's expression turned serious. "Lingyin, I have to give you a piece of my mind. What's all this about sheep and wolves? Am I, Jiang Xinghai, the kind of man with no morals?"
"You have morals? Oh my god!"
Shen Lingyin grabbed Jiang Xinghai by the collar. "If you have morals, then how did my sister fall for you?"
"Wh-what are you talking about? I don't understand." Jiang Xinghai, of course, feigned ignorance.
"You don't understand? Should I call my father over here so we can have a little chat?" Shen Lingyin pouted, her cheeks puffed out in a huff.
