Thinking of that unpredictable man, Ji Mingzhu felt inexplicably uneasy.
Touching her lips, there was a small wound there, bitten by Xie Yunzhen.
The wound had scabbed over, but his forceful actions left a shadow in her heart.
Every time she thought of it, she prayed once more, hoping Xie Yunzhen would never appear before her again.
The situation that day was too chaotic, and no one noticed the wound on her lips.
Even if they did notice, they didn't think in that direction.
The scene automatically surfaced in her mind, Xie Yunzhen tightly gripping her, his stubborn gaze was terrifying.
If this had happened in a previous life, Ji Mingzhu would definitely have been too thrilled to sleep.
But in this life, she only found it laughable.
Perhaps men inherently have a flaw; the harder it is to obtain, the more they yearn for it.
Otherwise, in the previous life, they were already married and had spent much time alone, yet Xie Yunzhen didn't show any affection?
