Inside the tent.
Lu Xiu's hand slipped, and Liang Wan fell hard, landing in an undignified heap on the couch. The pain made her brow knit together as she sucked in a sharp breath.
Liang Wan pushed through the pain and scrambled up, furious. "Are you crazy?!"
Lu Xiu stood there expressionlessly, looking down at her with cold, indifferent eyes. "Weren't you saying you hadn't had your fill? Go on, say it now. Make a scene. If that's not enough, you can tear this place apart for all I care."
Looking up at him would only put her at a disadvantage.
So she refused to look at him, her eyes darting to the side as she stubbornly retorted, "I'm tired. You may want to listen, but I don't feel like talking anymore."
She was being petulant, unreasonable, and throwing a tantrum.
It was out of character.
Lu Xiu leaned down and gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. They were so close their noses nearly touched.
"Getting spoiled because you think you're favored?"
