Jian Yunxi glanced in the direction of the bathroom, where the half-frosted glass reflected the tall figure of a man. She leaned over the sofa slowly.
"Ye Ling, do you know what we were doing before Junlie left?" Jian Yunxi's voice was soft, but it was like a snake spitting venom.
As Ye Ling got closer, she could smell the perfume on Jian Yunxi's body. She had smelled the same perfume on Junlie earlier, and it was sickly sweet, making her feel nauseous.
"No matter what you were doing, he left you to come find me, Miss Jian. You're not good enough." Ye Ling forced a smile and spoke slowly.
Jian Yunxi's face changed. "You..."
"You tried your best, but you couldn't keep him in your bed. If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to stand in front of my love rival and act all high and mighty." Ye Ling continued.
