He sneered softly, gripping her wrist tighter, drawing even closer, "Since that's the case, why are you pretending in front of me? Playing hard to get? Is this the tactic you used to become the Young Mistress of the He Family?"
Su Zixi trembled with anger.
Blinded by rage and humiliation, a mist seemed to form before her eyes! Though Ning Yichen hadn't fully pressed against her body, his proximity still made her exceedingly uncomfortable.
"Ning Yichen, you might have misunderstood something," her voice was still shaking, "I asked a classmate to visit you simply because I feel partly responsible for your leg injury, with no other intentions. It's true, I once entertained some wild fantasies about you, but that's all in the past. Now, I am He Jingyao's wife, and he is the only man I love!"
Ning Yichen pursed his lips, his gaze becoming more inscrutable.
