"Whether you're lying to yourself, you know best!" Xia Ning's lips curled into a cruel smile as she slid her finger across the screen, and a sultry voice emanated from the tablet.
The scene on the screen was particularly eye-piercing; two bare, naked bodies were embracing each other, writhing on the bed in a desperately intimate display.
The screen was almost filled with a blur of flesh, but because the angle of the shot was oblique, their profiles were still clearly visible.
The woman below had her long hair spread out like seaweed on the stark white pillow, her face glistening with sweat and flushed red with exertion, yet her beauty was undeniable. It was Xia Ning, who else could it be, sitting right in front of Fu Han at this moment?
