"Ding Long, I'm really dirty." The woman on the bed suddenly spoke, "I've had many boyfriends abroad. You should understand that things are quite open overseas, right? I've lived there for a long time and got used to the openness. I think you might really dislike a woman like me. But it's okay; you can go find your girlfriends. Let them keep you company here—one, two, or even more. I can graciously give you the master bedroom. In the future, you can be with them anytime, and it's fine if you don't come home at night. Rest assured, in front of others, I'll certainly give you face and pretend we're a deeply loving couple. Even if you want to act like the model couple in our circle, that's doable!"
Ding Long stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank slightly. He knew she was provoking him, yet he was still angry.
To avoid him, would she go so far as to sully herself? To portray herself as the kind of woman she despises the most?
