That man was you!
She said that the man whom she had slept with was him!
Gu Mohan froze. A few seconds later, he stretched his large hand out to grasp her delicate face, and he let out a sneering, caustic laugh. "Tang Mo'er, you are so protective of that man. You are not willing to say his name, and you still can lie that the man is me. How could I not have known whether I had slept with you or not, hm?"
He did not believe her.
She knew that he would not believe her.
She stretched her pale hand out and touched the scar at his muscular waist.
The scar had become very faint and could barely be seen. But she could still feel its outline with her delicate fingers. Her name was written there.
Gu Mohan promptly caught hold of her delicate hand and pinned it onto the bed. He closed his eyes. "What are you touching, hm?"
