Nina blinked away her bitterness, focusing on the situation in hand. The sourness between her legs and aching body, corroborated Lu Yifeng's claim.
Although she swallowed the lump in her throat, the pang of melancholy in the heart was too unfeasible to dissolve.
Heh! How badly did she actually want it back then? However, Mubai never agreed because, at that time, she wasn't eighteen yet! Now that she didn't wish for it anymore, God had to force it on her...
Forcing back the tears in her eyes, Nina took a deep breath. "Mr. Lu, I don't know what you are talking about. How come I am here in your bedroom?" She asked, wearing her usual poker face mask, that covered the sense of loss on her face faultlessly.
