"I don't want to hear it, are you trying to say that even if something did happen, it was because you were drunk, and I can't blame you?" Fu Han raised her arms, attempting to break free from He Xing's control, but her efforts were futile. She struggled to pry apart He Xing's arms, but the absolute disparity between male and female strength ensued, with He Xing still tightly grasping her shoulders.
"Xiaohan, listen to me," He Xing's black eyes were like surging waves, his chest heaving, breathing rushed; it was evident he was extremely agitated, "Don't be angry, this matter hasn't been cleared up yet, can you wait until I clear things up?"
Before Fu Han could speak, Xia Ning had already followed, standing gracefully behind He Xing, her face full of smiles as she explained to Fu Han, "Sister Fu Han, don't be angry, He Xing really likes you, I...I...I'm really envious, so don't be mad at He Xing."
