It was simply like thunder rolling!
Beiting Huang immediately stood up from the couch. She couldn't believe it. What the hell was going on? Between her and him? What if she was with someone else? Would such a thing happen? Who had done something to her?
"Who did this? You know, don't you? Who exactly is it?" Beiting Huang cursed Yan Ye's ancestors in her heart until the eighteenth generation. She was so angry that she grabbed Yan Ye's chest and asked fiercely.
She did not necessarily need a man, nor did she have to marry and have children in this alternate world. But she would never allow anyone to touch her.
