Leng Youchen's thin lips were pressed tightly together as he stared unblinkingly at the photo of the woman immersed in a passionate kiss, but his mind flashed back to her incredibly naive demeanor beneath him.
Was she too good at acting, or why was there such a stark difference between how she acted around Leng Yanbo and himself?
He remembered that three months ago, when he entered her, she was clearly still a virgin. But looking at these photos, he was beginning to doubt, was she really clean?
He didn't want to deceive himself; men understand men. When two people deeply in love are together, and Leng Yanbo isn't impotent, how could he possibly not wish to become one with his beloved woman?
Rage and jealousy surged toward him like an overwhelming force. He tried to trust her, to find an answer for his previous doubts, but seeing the birthmark on her back, he was almost convinced that they were the same person.
