The handsome man revealed the criss-cross marks on his skin and spoke as if he'd been wronged, "Xian Xian, this is what you left on my body last night. You pulled me along as you did this… And that… How could you not remember anything?"
Su Lengxian looked at the marks on the man's body and the scratches on his back, it was evident that they had been engraved by her nails in the midst of their passion. She then looked at her freshly manicured nails; several of them had been broken. She started to panic. "It wasn't me. You're just spouting nonsense…" Su Lengxian shook her head frantically, unwilling to believe it, or perhaps she subconsciously wanted to avoid something.
