Lin Yanran felt so much pain it was as if she were about to die, wishing she could faint and get some relief, but the pain was so intense she couldn't even pass out.
In her heart, she seethed with hatred, but she dared not lash out at Wen Liujing; instead, she attributed all her suffering to Ye Qingci.
If it weren't for Ye Qingci, she wouldn't have degraded herself to come crawling into Wen Liujing's bed.
She was in agony, yet she hadn't forgotten the purpose of her visit that night. With difficulty, she moved her body and wrapped her arms around Wen Liujing's neck, "Liujing..."
"Hmm?" Wen Liujing looked down at her with casual indifference.
"Liujing..." she lifted her face to look at Wen Liujing, and asked foolishly, "Do you, do you know why I suddenly came to see you today?"
"Hmm?" Wen Liujing narrowed his eyes, "You tell me."
