"Fenghua, I admit I'm really a jerk, but my love for both of you is sincere."
Murong Fenghua shook her head, looking troubled, "Xiaomeng, how can you like both me and Little Yu?"
"This kind of relationship is not allowed."
What's not allowed about it?
Murong Fenghua broke free from Zhang Xiaomeng's encirclement and ran upstairs.
She was terrified that if she stayed a second longer, she would fall into Zhang Xiaomeng's tenderness.
However, Zhang Xiaomeng did not stop her, thinking that Murong Fenghua might need some time to accept the situation, so he temporarily left.
Just a few steps away, Zhang Xiaomeng recalled Murong Fenghua's exhausted face and turned back.
Murong Fenghua ran with her hand over her mouth, her pretty face streaked with tears, but she collided accidentally with Zhao Zhou, who was coming down from the bathroom.
Zhao Zhou was one of Murong Fenghua's pursuers. Despite her being married, her charm was undiminished from the past.
