She really wished Lin Peng would be hit by a car and die when he went out.
"Qiulan... Qiulan, I'm sorry for what I've done to you. Please forgive me..." Lin Peng held her and started to ramble incoherently.
Pan Yu took a deep breath, softened her voice, and said: "Alright, I forgive you."
"Really?"
Through gritted teeth: "Really."
"That's great, Qiulan." Lin Peng carried her to the bed and started kissing her. When he became gentle, she almost couldn't resist, but thinking about how he now mistook her for another woman, she felt disgusted deep inside, yet had to pretend to go along, otherwise, he would start hitting her. She would rather be mistaken for Song Qiulan than be beaten.
Lin Sili, Song Qiulan, just you wait, I will make sure you meet a miserable end.
That night was exhausting, only ceasing near dawn. Looking at the man who passed out like a dead pig, Pan Yu pushed him away, letting him fall to the ground, and endured the pain to go to the bathroom for a shower.
