Yan Luoxi turned around and slowly walked up to Fu Youran. She suddenly leaned in close to her, whispering almost into her ear, "Even if I'm just a bed partner, the person who'll always be closest to him is me. No matter what you mean to him, he's not even interested in touching you—that's the truly sad part, isn't it?"
Fu Youran's face turned deathly pale, and she raised her hand to slap hard across.
Yan Luoxi's eyes narrowed as she grabbed Fu Youran's wrist, catching sight of a man hurriedly running out from the villa with the corner of her eye. She said in a low voice, "Giving you another chance to play the victim."
After speaking, she forcefully flung away Fu Youran's hand.
The force was so great that Fu Youran stumbled back several steps and fell heavily to the ground. Meimei leaped to Yan Luoxi's side and barked furiously at Fu Youran, who was lying on the ground. The husky looked as though it was ready to pounce and tear her apart at Yan Luoxi's command.
