She didn't want to become that person one day, the woman who tampers with other people's feelings.
Seven years ago, she reluctantly became a mistress, but now she had a choice. Was she going to repeat her mistakes?
Xia Liyou clutched tightly onto the pillow in her arms, gripping it like it was her only lifeline.
Her shoulders shivered weakly; no matter how much she tried to restrain herself, it was impossible.
Ou Chengtian reached out and tried to grab her shoulder, but she retreated and evaded him.
She didn't want him to touch her now, as if his touch was monstrous.
