Shen Ruoxi lowered her head, her eyes dimmed a bit.
She was clearly the victim, yet why was she always the one being condemned...
"Stop talking!" Shen Ruoxi stood up and shouted angrily.
Confronted with Ye Mubei's piercing gaze, Shen Ruoxi timidly averted her eyes and stumbled backward uncontrollably.
Ye Mubei's expression darkened, and he retorted mockingly, "Indeed, you must still blame me, for disturbing your night of passion, right?"
Such ugly words, coming from his mouth, felt like countless daggers stabbing Shen Ruoxi's heart.
Shen Ruoxi felt a surge of headache and patted her forehead to calm herself down; she stepped forward and grasped Ye Mubei's wrist, pleading, "That's not it, listen to my explanation..."
The person in front of her had red eyes, and even her voice was tinged with a sob, irresistibly pitiful.
Ye Mubei's glare was fierce and contemptuous as he flung her hand away mercilessly, "This pitiful act of yours, who are you trying to perform it for!"
