Seeing the blood on the sheets, Lu Yeming raised his brows. "Can you really bear to kill your first man?"
With one hand in his pocket, his voice was husky and charismatic after relieving his desires. "I heard that women would always remember their first man, the one they lose their virginity to. That a shortcut to a woman's heart is…"
With the corners of his lips raised, he looked downwards.
Scoundrel! Jun Xiqing had no strength all over, if not, she would definitely give him one tight slap. He really was shameless and despicable!
"Have a good rest, I'll leave first."
He let go of her face, turning around to leave.
He had left.
As Jun Xiqing buried her face in the soft pillow and tears sprung out of her eyes.
…
Gu Mohan held Tang Mo'er's hand as they went downstairs together. When they reached the lawn, Tang Mo'er retracted her hand.
"What's the matter?" Gu Mohan paused, turning back to look at her.
