Lu Sirong bit her lip and said with grievance, "Brother Jiang Che, why are you treating me like this? I've been struggling and asked you to let go but you wouldn't listen. I—it's my first time, and now that this has come to light, how am I supposed to face anyone?"
After speaking, she hung her head low, and tears plopped down, looking utterly pitiful.
Seeing this, not a trace of pity appeared on Jiang Che's face, but instead, he let out a sinister cold laugh.
"Lu Sirong, it was your idea to arrange this meeting here with Xiao Xuan!"
As if realizing what he was about to say, Lu Sirong shuddered violently, a flash of panic swiftly crossing her lowered gaze.
On the surface, however, she maintained an expression of an innocent victim, wronged and aggrieved.
Yet, at this moment, Jiang Che was not buying her act. He braced himself with both hands on the bed and suddenly leaned in closer.
The man's dark and handsome face loomed larger in front of Lu Sirong's eyes.
