"It's not like that, I was forced, Brother Li, you have to believe me!"
Feng Xiangxue could no longer bother to hide her ugly appearance, she was sobbing uncontrollably, clutching desperately at Dongfang Li's legs.
The Xia He Banquet, liaisons...
Dongfang Li suddenly remembered that night, in the room next to his, those breathy moans of a woman.
No wonder he felt at the time that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
"Slut! How dare you argue, what's this packet of blood about?"
Dongfang Li felt a surge of blood rush to his forehead.
He grabbed the packet of pig's blood and furiously slammed it onto Feng Xiangxue's face.
The surrounding crowd of onlookers pointed and whispered towards Dongfang Li and Feng Xiangxue.
Feng Ruoyan's face showed shock, but deep down she felt an overwhelming thrill.
