On the bed behind her, Yin Shuyao was crying uncontrollably, clutching the quilt. Her thick black hair spread across the pillow, tears soaking a corner of the pillowcase. Her muffled voice came through, "I don't know, I don't know..."
Qin Fan walked to the center of the room, found his shirt and put it on. As he buttoned it, he paced back to the bed, laughing angrily, "You damn gave me the room card, told me to wait here. I woke up and found you lying in my bed, and then you say you don't know? Who are you trying to fool?"
He yanked the quilt away, startling the heartbroken Yin Shuyao. A tear hung at the corner of her eye as she looked at him in fear.
Qin Fan pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her face. His beautiful almond eyes no longer showed gentleness or affection, only cold darkness.
