Ye Shaoguang clenched his chest. He did not have a fragile heart.
Now though, he felt like his heart had a blocked artery; if he opened his mouth he would be spewing blood.
This Yan Qingsi was a devil—a she-devil!
"I remember that that girl had an hourglass figure and bewitching features. Didn't you say that she was… your precious, back then? You said 'babe' in every sentence you told her. You even saw her home a few times. How could you change your mind so quickly? This… Are you trying to be like You Xi?"
"You…" Ye Shaoguang's heart ached, his lungs ached, his stomach ached—every part of his body ached.
He was so angry with Yan Qingsi and Ji Mianmian that he could die. Were they accomplices in trying to murder him?
The expression of the girl shifted. Her eyes also took on a different light when she looked at Ye Shaoguang.
Ye Shaoguang inhaled deeply. "This is just a friend. A friend. You don't have to do this…"
