Hearing the knock, Bo Fengheng mercilessly pulled out.
"Ugh…" Mu Yin moaned in pain, curling up into a ball.
Her entire body was trembling.
A flash of sympathy passed through the man's knowledgeable eyes.
But thinking of her betrayal, all compassion was immediately replaced with hatred.
He straightened his still immaculate suit, curled the corner of his thin lips, and scoffed coldly, "Who are you pretending to be pathetic for, Lu Jingchuan?"
Mu Yin closed her eyes, like a soulless corpse.
She didn't even want to glance at him.
Not getting the reaction he anticipated, Bo Fengheng, with nowhere to channel his anger, bent down to grab her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Hearing how wanton you were just now, do you think he'd still want you?"
Mu Yin was numb with pain, her forcefully opened eyes filled with endless cold indifference.
"Looking at you disgusts me…" Bo Fengheng's breathing tightened, and he threw her aside.
