Song Qiao suddenly felt extremely wronged, even to the point of wanting to cry.
She had grown up and only ever had one boyfriend. The sudden betrayal of her ex-boyfriend had left her spirit in gloom, yet she was further provoked by Song Xi's words, stating that she would marry any random man she pulled off the streets.
She had always thought that this man was gentle and refined in her presence. Perhaps because she hadn't known him for very long and didn't understand him well, she had never imagined that he would treat her this way.
When everything had settled down, the bedroom was filled with a lingering scent that hadn't dissipated for a long time, and Lu Jingchen had a look of satisfaction in his deep eyes.
Song Qiao lay sprawled out on the bed, not wanting to move at all, feeling as if her entire body had been disassembled and reassembled.
