Shanshan Ruan trembled all over, terrified by the way Liu Jun was acting; she had never been so frightened before. She couldn't help but recall her mother's words: a man should be stroked with the grain, not against it.
So Shanshan Ruan quickly adjusted herself, her hands desperately clutching the clothes in front of her, forcing out a smile uglier than tears, and said, "Liu Jun, please, don't be like this. Let's talk things over calmly. Even if you want, want to... but out here, it's so, so inconvenient. Let's go home, okay? Can we go home?"
Hearing this, Liu Jun burst into a disdainful snicker and said, "Shanshan Ruan, do you think I'm stupid? Once we get home, will I still have a chance?"
Then, with a sinister look, he waited for Shanshan Ruan to speak, "Just give up that thought. Do you think I don't know your little schemes? I've let you run wild for so many years, hoping that one day you would come around. Pfft—, but instead, it seems to have nurtured your restless heart."
