An Ruo didn't know how long she had endured the tempest, anyway, her consciousness had already detached from her body, and she couldn't feel anything; her world had been completely sealed off by her.
Only in this way could she avoid feeling, avoid getting hurt, avoid the pain.
The battlefield had moved from the window to the bed. An Ruo lay there blankly, her once bright eyes now dull and lifeless, just like a puppet that had lost its soul.
"It's not the first time, so stop acting like you're half-dead." Her chin was suddenly grasped forcibly, and the man's gloomy voice kept entering her ears.
"Tell me, what do you think Yun Feiyang would feel if he knew you're sleeping with me right now?"
"An Ruo, look at me, see who wants you, see how I want you!"
"Pretending to be dead, are you?! I'll call Yun Feiyang right now; I really can't wait to see his reaction."
An Ruo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her gaze finally focused a little.
