Danger!
Zhao Rong's heart sounded a great alarm, but at that moment, he was not willing to simply surrender and fall under Zhu Yourong's dominance.
He raised his hand to cover his head and leaned back with force in his waist, his eyes warily watching her, his words full of righteousness.
"Zhu Yourong, seeing that you are older and also a woman, I respected the elderly and observed propriety. I even let you win just now, but did you have to get so carried away with your victory, becoming addicted to winning?"
Zhao Rong adjusted his sleeves and squared up his right hand in front of his abdomen, "Moreover, a gentleman should argue with his mouth, not his hands. You…"
His words suddenly stopped as he noticed the Confucian-robed woman's faintly smiling gaze and the shaky scroll she held in her delicate hands, and he swallowed his words back down.
But Zhao Rong's expression remained aggrieved.
