The rain had stopped, and Wen Nuan took the last bus back. Her emotions fluctuated wildly throughout the journey; Ye Feimo's dominance and strength were something she couldn't resist. The thought that she had almost been devoured by him again made her blush with shame.
Wen Nuan's twenty years of an innocent world seemed to collapse overnight.
She had liked Fang Liucheng for so many years, childhood sweethearts, and the most intimate they had ever been was just a kiss on her forehead, unlike Ye Feimo, who was forceful and aggressive.
Right, the advertisement!
That damned advertisement.
Wasn't she supposed to confront him about that night? Even if it wasn't about that night, she should've questioned him about the advertisement. When did he shoot that video? It couldn't have been when she was asleep, could it? How perverted.
The degree of his perversion had risen another notch in Wen Nuoxin's mind.
