Wei Anning was so flustered that she didn't know what to do. Gong Ting's body was still pressing against hers. No matter how you looked at it, the scene was undeniably ambiguous. Her mind buzzed in chaos—this is it, this is the end!
The misunderstanding just got worse.
In that moment, she had no idea where the strength came from. She abruptly pushed Gong Ting off her, stood up, and rushed toward Leng Youchen. Halfway there, she suddenly stopped.
Even though he was standing with his back to the light, she could still feel the oppressive hostility emanating from him. She wanted to explain, opened her mouth, but didn't know where to begin.
"Leng Youchen, listen to me, I…"
"What else do you have to say?" Leng Youchen cut her off coldly. Watching her lying underneath Gong Ting with his own eyes, his heart was torn to shreds by the sight. The pain and disappointment he felt in this moment burned as fiercely as the hatred searing through him.
