I really don't know how those women who have affairs can face their husbands at home.
Chen Zhi hugged her pillow and pondered what to do, frowning one moment, making faces the next. After a long while, failing to come up with a plan, she rolled around on the bed in frustration.
The facial mask suddenly fell off, and just as she was about to pick it up and reapply it to her face, Si Ye came out of the bathroom and their eyes met.
Chen Zhi forgot to cover the wound, which was now openly visible to him.
She hurriedly thought about biting her lip, but after moving, she stopped. It had all been seen; any further cover-up would seem like guilt, wouldn't it?
Si Ye strode over to her, lifted her chin, examined the wound with a frown on his handsome brows, and asked displeasedly, "How did you get this?"
"I accidentally bumped into something!" The words were barely out of Chen Zhi's mouth when she wished she could bite off her tongue. Now she was done for, a lie was necessary.
