"It's good that you know. There's a long line of women waiting to get in my bed; it's not like I can only have you." Ye Sihan's gaze was sharp, piercing through her soul. "Don't overestimate yourself."
"I never thought that way..."
Ye Sihan's entire presence radiated an oppressive chill. He released her jaw and turned to leave.
When she heard the door close, Tang Yu's tense nerves finally relaxed.
Her body lay back down on the bed, limp, as she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Ye Sihan wanted to remind her that she shouldn't think that she could influence his emotions with her body, that any woman could replace her.
She was the one who had allowed herself to become emotionally involved.
Turning over, she felt a faint pain in her stomach, and this allowed her to fall asleep.
Unexpectedly, she slept until nine o'clock the next day.
The intense pain in her stomach vanished, as if she had drunk a cup of ginger tea.
