Bo Yanchen's expression, complex, stared at her for a long while before asking,
"With your little strength, how did you manage to push me away?"
Tang Nuanning's mind raced,
"You let me go yourself, you were a bit out of control at the beginning, and my struggles indeed failed to push you away, but somehow, you suddenly told me to get lost."
Bo Yanchen became even more suspicious, "Why would I let you go after losing control?"
Being out of control and fueled by alcohol, shouldn't he have played out a scene of reckless indulgence, a fiery passion?
Tang Nuanning was overwhelmed by his questioning, unable to concoct more lies, she brazenly said,
"I don't know, I'm not the worm in your stomach, how could I know what you were thinking at the time."
Bo Yanchen stared straight at her, her gaze shifting away, displaying a guilty demeanor.
"Tang Nuanning, why are you lying?"
Tang Nuanning, terrified, was like a student caught daydreaming, staring wide-eyed and defensively,
