"Woman, you are not her." The man hooked her chin and sneered with his thin lips.
Ling Xinglong chuckled, with a look of impatience on her pretty face: "I never said I was her, I am me, man, you'd better open your eyes for me and don't mistake someone you know."
Ha, the man chuckled and held on to her hair, a tingling feeling coming from her scalp.
"You are not her, of course I know." He said coldly in her ear, "So, I like you more like this."
A mixture of strangeness and familiarity, see how she subdues that arrogant and arrogant man.
