She threw the phone far away from her. It was as if by doing so, it would help distance herself from the overwhelming humiliation she was feeling now!
With her back leaning against the door, she slowly slid down it until her bottom hit the ground. Her sharp nails dug deep into her palms while she bit her lower lip hard. She glanced at the air ticket on the table and, seemingly having made up her mind finally, stood up gradually…
…
At around midnight, Song Enya, seated on the couch, was taking forty winks with her arms folded across the chest.
Mu Yancheng's phone on the couch had gone silent at last. That woman who went by the name of Meng Qingxue seemed to have caught the message finally, for she had stopped calling.
After a long and turbulent lovemaking session, the bedroom gradually quieted.
