"Is your heart made of metal?!" he shrieked. "I thought my effort for the past few months would have somehow made you more soft-hearted towards me, An Xiaoning!"
"If I've become more soft-hearted towards you, it's only because I take pity on you for being so persistent."
Jin Qingyan raised his hand, instantly flinging aside the stand for the IV drip bottle, and pushed her onto the bed.
An Xiaoning turned her body over and went down from the other side of the bed. She had not gone more than two steps further before she was cornered by him.
The two had an intense fight in the room. If it was last time, An Xiaoning would not have been able to fight him back. But now, it was different.
She could not possibly defeat him completely, but at least, she was still able to defend herself.
