"What do you want me to tell her? Tell her that last night three thugs drugged her with an aphrodisiac? Took those kind of photos of her? Tell her she was almost raped by someone else? Or tell her I killed two people?"
"Given her temperament, no matter how I say it or try to lightly gloss over it, she will always trace the clues to find out for herself. If she were to find out that those thugs stripped off her clothes, and that those marks on her body were left by other men, do you think she could bear it?"
Every time Ye Che thought about the humiliation Xia Weiyi suffered last night, he still felt a lingering fear, and the cold sweat that broke out on his spine made his voice tremble noticeably.
