Bei Yiyi looked at him with contempt in her gaze, even a certain disdain.
Wu Yao: "..."
"Since you have so many women, would you mind going to them instead? I really don't want to play this kind of adult's ambiguous game with you..."
"You're different from the others!" Wu Yao interrupted her.
"How am I different? Am I younger than the others, or prettier, or do I have a better figure? It should be none of the above! Among the women you've played with, I must be the most ordinary one, right?" Bei Yiyi seemed to suddenly come to a realization and laughed, "Or perhaps, all the other women can't wait to throw themselves at you, and only I have rejected you and still find you so detestable, so that's what ignited your desire to conquer, isn't it?!"
"..." Wu Yao's deep eyes flickered, inscrutable.
His silence, in Bei Yiyi's opinion, was clearly an admission.
So it really was a desire to conquer at play...
