A'niu didn't fall for her trick.
He adjusted his breathing, took a seat casually at the edge of the bed, and said,
"Let me guess who you really are!"
"What do you want to guess?" Ling Long asked.
A'niu spoke indifferently, "Based on what Mo Lingling said, you must be an old woman of a few hundred years. Aren't you?"
"And still a virgin!"
Ling Long chuckled sinisterly, "You think you can infuriate me with these words? Isn't that a bit childish?"
"Everyone says A'niu you're highly capable, how come you're only this good with words?"
She never let herself get easily angered, not Ling Long.
It wasn't just being called a virgin that failed to provoke her.
In the past, she had heard even more unpleasant things.
Still, she always remained composed. Really, whom did she ever look down upon?
Ling Long looked at A'niu with a face full of contempt.
A'niu didn't take her mockery.