"Yes, I have nothing to say! I hit her, it's a fact now, and no matter what I say, she won't wake up! Even if you kill me, she still won't wake up! I don't feel good about it either, if you hate me, there's nothing I can do. Do whatever you want to me!"
"Don't think I wouldn't dare to touch you!"
"Whatever!" Lin Xinlan closed her eyes, ready to face the consequences.
Everyone blamed her, so if everyone thought the fault was entirely hers, there was nothing left for her to explain.
Let it be, whatever!
Lin Xinlan's attitude, as if she was ready to die, seemed like defiance and made Rong Shaoze even angrier, almost driven by an impulse to strangle her.
But he didn't hit women, and given that she was still his wife, he couldn't possibly beat her to death or kill her.
His gaze suddenly fell on her violently heaving chest, the undone shirt revealing black lace wrapped around a snowy expanse, partly hidden and partly visible, a sight that tantalized the eyes.