Song Qingge's expression didn't change as she stared at Wei Anning's swollen lips. The pain in her eyes deepened. "Miss Wei, I don't understand what you're saying."
Wei Anning sneered coldly, "Don't understand, huh?"
She leaned down, tugging at the neckline of her clothing, exposing the kiss marks spread across her chest. Under the dim yellow light, the marks were particularly glaring. She said, "See this? No matter how you plot against me, the one he wants is me—not you."
"Song Qingge, save your strength. No matter what you do, it will only make him and I closer."
Song Qingge's delicate face twisted, her heavy makeup making her look more like a venomous witch. She laughed coldly and said, "Is that so? Being doubted and **** by the man you love the most—does Miss Wei's heart not bleed right now?"
"Oh, maybe your heart isn't bleeding. Maybe you're even enjoying his roughness."
