Yang Chen's words made Ling Xiu shrink back slightly. She was somewhat afraid.
Putting everything else aside, if Yang Chen truly wanted to do something to her with the strength he had displayed, she would have virtually no power to resist. By then, even if Yang Chen wanted to rightfully make her his woman, he could likely do as he pleased without lifting a finger.
But after thinking it over, Ling Xiu fixed her large eyes directly on Yang Chen. After watching him for a moment, her gaze turned resolute. "If Young Master Yang truly is that sort of man, then I can only count myself unlucky."
Yang Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. What did Ling Xiu mean by this? Was she planning to continue?
Just as he was about to say something, Ling Xiu suddenly asked, "Young Master Yang, could you answer one more question for me?"
"Miss Ling, it is getting late. We should make plans for tomorrow's affairs as soon as possible," Yang Chen said with a half-smile. "Otherwise, sharing a room like this, are you really not afraid that I might entertain improper thoughts about you?"
Ling Xiu was naturally afraid, but after some thought, she made up her mind. "Young Master Yang, I must ask this question."
"Asking me questions isn't free," Yang Chen said unhurriedly. "Miss Ling Xiu has such a graceful figure. How about letting me have a taste first? It won't be too late to ask afterward."
Ling Xiu's body trembled. Instinctively, she thought Yang Chen was still a lecherous brute, but after thinking it over, she bit her lip as though making a gamble. "If Young Master Yang wishes it, then come. But if I ask this question, you must answer it."
Yang Chen was not afraid