Ye Teng's complexion went from green to white, feeling defeated for the first time; he deeply understood the taste of it.
He looked at Su Qian'er with an extremely complex expression.
If any other woman dared to do such a thing in front of him, he would surely give her an unforgettable lesson.
But when it was Su Qian'er, he just couldn't harbor that kind of thought; after all, Su Qian'er was a woman who could stir his heartstrings.
Over all these years, Su Qian'er was the only one who could touch his heartstrings.
Moreover, Su Qian'er's indifferent attitude towards him only served to pique his interest even more.
It must be said that some people inherently have a masochistic streak.
In the past, he could call any woman to come and go as he pleased; he had grown tired of that kind of life long ago.
Meeting Su Qian'er, however, introduced him to a taste that was out of the ordinary, and although it was uncomfortable, he found it quite wonderful.