Anning was violently pushed against the wall by him. Already teetering in her high heels, the shove made her stagger and nearly sprain her ankle. Zexiao was very strong, and his nails dug into her shoulders with such force that it brought tears to her eyes.
Here we go again, every single time—did this man always think so highly of himself? He should just mind his own business instead of interfering with hers!
"What difference does it make whether I've been there or not?"
"You!—" Zexiao couldn't quite articulate the feeling! If the woman that night was really her, if she was truly his first and he… had taken her virginity. And moreover… she had said that he was her second man…
"Tell me, have you gone there or not? Speak!—" Zexiao gripped her shoulders tightly, his nails sinking deep into the soft flesh. A faint scent of blood wafted through the room, filled with fragrant aromas, like a spoonful of chicken essence brightening the whole pot of soup.
