Tang Wanyuan had also put on her clothes, struggling to calm the excitement and anger in her heart, and slowly recalled everything that happened last night.
She checked the room number on the door of the private room again. Indeed, she had entered the wrong one.
By mistake, she had ended up sleeping with a stranger.
Why?
Why did it have to torture her like this?
She was now nothing more than a withered flower, a fallen woman. How could she be worthy of Ye Que? How could she be worthy...
Overwhelmed with grief, she slid down from the sofa onto the floor, curled up with her knees to her chest, and buried her head as she wept bitterly.
"No, I didn't do it on purpose, Brother Ye Que, I really didn't," she cried out.
